The Last Day of November

     / / photos from sometime back in October / /

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, and passionate wind-songs in the pines. 

Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.” 

― L.M. Montgomery,  Anne of Green Gables