"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~
Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day here in Southern Maine. Snow was melting, birds were singing, mud appearing. ( yes, a welcomed sight) Winslow once again could hurdle snowbanks.
This morning, this was the view outside my kitchen window. Yesterday was just a tease reality set in. Oh, but there is hope. I am hopeful in an few short months this will be the view outside my window, my lovely clematis. This is before the Japanese Beetle strike!