“’What a nice month this November has been!’ said Anne who had never quite got over her childish way of speaking to herself. ‘November is usually such a disagreeable month…as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully…just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles.” Anne of Avonlea
When I grow up I hope to be just as fun, charming and beautiful as my Nannan. I want to be a stately November.