Anne Taylor

"See October thinks it's the King of Autumn," said Wolf to Old Fox as they wove along a boggy path across the fields from the cottage. It was one of the first true fogs of the season, and they could barely see in front of them. "But the true Autumn crown is November's. Only in November are the haws and the berries and the leaves brighter than all the Tower gems! Only in November are all the Saints and all the Souls flocking in like frosty fieldfares! Only in November is the sky as pale as moor-snow & as blue as the Arctic seas! Only in November do a thousand stars fall and tumble and scatter in a dark, smoky sky!" "And only in November is my dear Wolf's birthday," said Old Fox, pausing to admire some particularly beautiful sloe berries. "Well, there is that too," said Wolf.