November 304 "Beaver Moon…by November’s time of full moon the beavers, wise in the ways of the seasons, were ready for winter…dams were sound, their ponds were full, their houses snug and well supplied with food; and any countryman with half the sense of a beaver had his own establishment similarly prepared." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November 311 "There is no chorus of birdsong…no scratch, rattle or buzz of insects…chittery chipmunk has finished his hoarding and settled down to quiet sleep…chattery squirrels go about their treetop business without challenge or palaver…the winter crows hold no conventions, are content to announce their presence…doesn’t add up to silence, but after the sounds of summer and early autumn, it certainly is quiet…that this is the quiet of the year, not the silence." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November 315 "Nobody likes a winter snowstorm in mid-November; nobody likes the weatherman for permitting it." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November 315 "…the leaf-crisp evening of the year." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year.
November 300 "November is simply that interval between colorful October and dark December." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year