Post 45/2021 Saturday 6 November . . . “November (Lat. novem, nine) The ninth month in the ancient Roman calendar when the year began in March; now the eleventh. The old Dutch name was Slaght-maand (slaughter-month, the time when the beasts were slain and salted down for winter use); the old Saxon Wind-monath (wind-month, when the fishermen drew their boats ashore, and gave over fishing till the next spring); it was also called Blot-monath–the same as Slaght-maand. In the French Republican Calendar it was called Brumaire (fog-month, 23 October to 21 November.”
Source: The Wordsworth Dictionary of Phrase and Fable (First published by Cassell & Co. Ltd. 1970. This edition published 1994 by Wordsworth Editions Ltd, Hertfordshire; based on the original book of Ebenezer Cobham Brewer, revised by Ivor H. Evans).
From the same entry:
No sun–no moon!
No morn–no noon
No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member–
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds–
November!
T. Hood No! (1844)
Daylight Savings Time reverts to Standard Time
Fallen back an hour, that’s what we’ll wake up to tomorrow (Sunday, 7 November). I don’t like it, even if it no longer affects me as it did during my working years when we got up in the dark and went home in the dark–or so I remember. Common sentiment has the month as dark, gloomy, frost, changeable from rain to first snow of the season. Brr.
I’m happy to see a good number of states are considering stopping the ritual of making an hour fall back and six months later spring the hour forward. What fun is that? Or, more properly, what difference does it make? But who am I to complain? Just give me Standard Time all the time.
Our experience during the first week of November dispels the gloomy picture the month often presents. For starters, we were mindful of the Christian observance of All Saints Day on November 1, when we remembered those who have gone before. It rained last weekend, but this week has been just right for a variety of walks including the library, Elkhart River Preserve, Pipewort Pond, Bonneyville County Park, and Warsaw and Winona Lake in neighboring Kosciusko County.
The latter rambles included a fine meal at Creighton’s Crazy Egg Café and Coffee Bar, which we visited for the first time last May. The Crazy Egg Café is part of a family farm “serving you since 1925,” the Creighton Brothers brochure says. Further, “The farm has grown conservatively to a capacity of three million laying hens and 9,000 acres of farm ground–all in Kosciusko County in north-central Indiana.”
Breakfast for me, lunch for Marty.at Creighton’s Crazy Egg Café. 
Nice ambience, good food, friendly service. And a fireplace across the room. We also bought a dozen farm fresh eggs.
Not all reverts to No!
Yes! to the fall colors, the season of “gathering in,” the anticipation of slowing down like nature’s own, giving thanks.
Maude Lewis, folk artist, lived in Nova Scotia, Canada. 
“Covered Bridge in Winter with Skaters, mid 1960s” Oil on pulpboard.
Morning view from our patio.
Color in Redbud Court at Greencroft.
Walks in Warsaw and Winona Lake
One of the trails in Winona Lake
Pipewort Pond
It’s a small area, north of Bristol. The loop trail is about a mile long. We heard and then saw Sandhill Cranes.
A week ago, October 30 and 31
October 30, LaGrange County. 
October 30, LaGrange County.
Amish Sunday gathering in LaGrange County. 
An Amish couple walks home from their Sunday meeting.
Rise to the joy and challenge of a new day, best foot forward.
-John
It's About Now 
You have such interesting walks. How do you find them?
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Good question! See the 11/13 post for a detailed answer.
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So lovely to see the trees, sky, wildlife, and animals on your walks. Nature is the best.
Kaye
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For certain, Kaye, getting out and about in the wild and near-wild makes one’s day. Keep it up!
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Love the goat lineup! Planning now to visit Lieber Nature Preserve – thsnks again!
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You’ll love Lieber, Frances. No goats there, but hopefully Sandhill Cranes.
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