tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post2139342874136877000..comments2024-03-27T02:54:47.055-04:00Comments on Sparrow Tree Journal: Welcome, November!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12512800812290518552noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-51761839957570903432018-11-02T12:07:15.078-04:002018-11-02T12:07:15.078-04:00That is fantastic. I love the bit about the fox ba...That is fantastic. I love the bit about the fox barking in the starlight. We sometimes hear foxes in our back garden doing just that. (Though it's rare to see starlight in London!) Some people find November a melancholy time but I think Hal has really captured its beauty -- and I'm sure he'd be glad you're keeping his writing alive, 63 years later, in what for him would be an unthinkable medium!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-9674741264426067382018-11-02T00:54:06.619-04:002018-11-02T00:54:06.619-04:00I thought for a moment that I was reading Dylan Th...I thought for a moment that I was reading Dylan Thomas. Berry-bright, and Firelight-gay made me think of Under Milk Wood. Lovely poem.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-44425899504449573632018-11-02T00:39:20.559-04:002018-11-02T00:39:20.559-04:00Love the poem. For us desert dwellers November is ...Love the poem. For us desert dwellers November is heaven, after the burning heat of summer, we have cooler nights and warm days. <br /><br />cheers, parsnip and badgerangryparsniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17236094827257446781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-47384438880521255932018-11-01T13:52:14.532-04:002018-11-01T13:52:14.532-04:00Over here, it used to be that October was golden a...Over here, it used to be that October was golden and November grey, but in recent years, we often have enjoyed golden sunshine at least halfway through November, and sometimes, even the opening of our Christmas Market at the end of the month was on an evening so mild nobody wanted mulled wine.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-37067619421194678482018-11-01T09:40:32.887-04:002018-11-01T09:40:32.887-04:00That is a lovely poem, Jennifer, although, I have ...That is a lovely poem, Jennifer, although, I have never liked November. It is the month when darkness comes early and the days turn grey. However, it is one month closer till spring.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830720322970025712.post-32798545918601721682018-11-01T08:29:30.435-04:002018-11-01T08:29:30.435-04:00This was going so well until "creamed onions ...This was going so well until "creamed onions and mashed yellow turnip"! Bleeech! Maybe that's just me :) Thanks for sharing this, Jennifer. It takes the sting out of this month.Deedleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17220174067034720943noreply@blogger.com