“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year”
~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
People often complain about the dreariness of November. Mr. H is not a grumbler in general, but he does often grumble about November. There is something monotonous and even depressing, here in England, about the onset of the dark months. The days are still growing shorter, it is getting colder, the winds whip the last of the dry, brown leaves off the trees and the rain – oh, the rain – it comes down sideways in gales, or it swirls around in the gentle air currents, creeping underneath our hoods and brollies. The rain can be unrelenting, and yes, the month can feel very disagreeable, indeed.
An American Wife in Wiltshire 