11 November Martinmas. The Feast of St. Martin, Martinmas was a time for celebrations with great feasts and hiring fairs, at which farm labourers would seek new posts.
I woke to a frosted, crisp morning with a pale watercolour sky.
The bright sunny autumn had retreated and the weather has become typical November. Damp, dank, dismal and dreary. I went shopping, determined to find some colour to cheer me up. I found it on the fruit and flower stalls at the market.
As the day moved on it turned bleaker bringing with it the sort of cold that seeps into your bones. After lunch I wrapped up warm and walked across fields until I came to the top of a hill with a panoramic view
I could see the Grand Union Canal stretching away in the distance
I looked for colour and found Gorse and Holly bushes
I didn't linger - it was too cold and miserable - I made my way back home to a hot cup of tea, buttery crumpets with honey and a roaring log fire - a perfect end to the afternoon. I refuse to let November dampen my spirit.
Elaine“Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.” ~ Peggy Toney Horton