"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snow; With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fire burn, and the kettle sing, and the earth sinks to rest until next spring." ~Elizabeth Coatsworth~
Here at Dog Trot Farm we are blanketed by fog, thunder showers and hail looming for this afternoon. Where is summer! Snails are invading my gardens, root rot is a true possibility and soon I'm going to have to check the "girls" for moldy feathers! Someone hear my plea, send sunshine!