It is a nasty day outside and a lovely, furnace running, hot cup of coffee, clean the kids rooms kind of day. Wil is anxiously awaiting the first snow of the season (well so am I), and we get ready to say goodbye to November....
"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."- Elizabeth Coatsworth