November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
Elizabeth Coatsworth
It’s the last day of November here and it has been a busy month. I’m thinking that December will be just as busy if not busier. It’s been very cold and we probably broke a record for having the coldest Thanksgiving in a long long while. I had some grand times with my family this past week. A new grandchild, Thanksgiving celebrations and a little family excursion too. The pictures today are of two of my little grandsons, 3 years old, enjoying the snow. It surely does warm my heart to see the little one having so much fun.
Snow doesn’t give me much pleasure unless I’m inside looking out. For me it means bundling up just to keep warm. It’s like I gained 10 pounds just putting on the layers to keep warm. I always seem to feel so much lighter when the warm weather comes. I’m not complaining, just stating a fact. I’ve lived in this part of the country most of my life. I could have chosen to live elsewhere and this point in my life I’m sure I’ll stay right here as here is home. Besides that this was a light snow, just a few inches. There will be a whole lot more to come.
1178. Plenty of good warm clothing to wear
1179. for boots and wool socks that keep my feet warm
1180. for hats and scarves and mittens, wardrobe essentials for northern Ohio