Couldn't think of a better foto for today. . .
Hello November 2019!
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.
A poem by Clyde Watson
Wishing everyone a very happy and blessed
NOVEMBER!
Until Next Time
Hard to believe it's November already. Where has 2019 gone? Great poem, but this year, October brought the first white snows for me.
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Patti
I memorized that poem many years ago!!
ReplyDeleteHappy November to you too!
I just really like the words "the kettles sing". Makes me so happy to think of that happy sound.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this post a lot Mary. :) Happy Friday evening.
Perfect for the day!!
ReplyDeleteI'm gonna be praying about blogging occasionally! Would you pray about that for me, too? Love you, sweet Friend! 💜
ReplyDeleteHappy November Miss Mary. Hugs and blessings, Cindy
ReplyDeleteHappy November! The month to focus on our blessings and be thankful, and then practice that all year long!!! I love November!
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