A Month of events and holidays.
A period of reflections and
gatherings.
Happy November which starts with All Saints Day.
Día de los Muertos, November 2.
Don't forget to vote.
Veteran's Day.
John McCrae
"In Flanders Field":
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Thanksgiving.
Wild Turkeys off Route 55,
Bethel, NY.
A gift from Hubble:
a pair of gravitationally interacting galaxies called Arp 147.
Time for a re-read of an
old classic.
From Letter to Vettori:
"On the coming of evening, I return to my house and enter my study; and at the door I take off the day's clothing, covered with mud and dust, and put on garments regal and courtly; and reclothed appropriately, I enter the ancient courts of ancient men, where, received by them with affection, I feed on that food which only is mine and which I was born for, where I am not ashamed to speak with them and to ask them the reason for their actions; and they in their kindness answer me; and for four hours of time I do not feel boredom, I forget every trouble, I do not dread poverty, I am not frightened by death; entirely I give myself over to them."
