THE VILLAGE VOICE

November (Hubbard Lake, MI) "Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life." ~ Krishnamurti November (Hubbard Lake, MI)

"I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing." ~ Mark Van Doren BUTTERNUT SQUASH RAVIOLI with SAGE BROWN BUTTER SAUCE ~ Prepackaged ravioli made this a 'simply' delicious autumn treat 1 (2 lb. 4 oz.) package fresh butternut squash ravioli ( found at Costco) 1 stick unsalted butter 1-2 heaping Tbsp. freshly chopped sage leaves 2 Tbsp. balsamic vinegar 1/2 cup toasted pine nuts freshly grated Parmesan cheese Carefully place ravioli into large pot of boiling salted water. Cook until ravioli begin to float, about 3-4 minutes. While waiting for water to boil, in large sauté pan melt butter over hight heat. Add sage. Cook until butter begins to brown and sizzle, about 1 minute. Remove from heat and whisk in vinegar. Transfer ravioli to pan and toss to combine. Serve topped with toasted pine nuts and freshly grated Parmesan chee...

~ Fading memories ____________________ November There is wind where the rose was, Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was. Nought warm where your hand was, Nought gold where your hair was, But phantom, forlorn, Beneath the thorn, Your ghost where your face was. Cold wind where your voice was, Tears, tears where my heart was, And ever with me, Child, ever with me, Silence where hope was. ~ Walter de la Mare