November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

As long as you have a window, life is exciting.

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.

Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.