"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 EARTH SINKS TO REST UNTIL NEXT SPRING." ~ELIZABETH COATSWORTH~
A quick weekend trip to the island to finish up a survey job. Soon it will be time to slap a coat of paint on these chairs, plump up the cushions, and enjoy this view. Oh, and don't forget the lemonade!
Daffodils are finally making an appearance. Oh happy day, we here in New England have waited so very long for the magic of spring to begin.
The Magnolia tree is covered in buds and a few have started to blossom.
When I returned home I found DH working diligently on the chicken coop, as we say in Maine he's a keepa!
Winslow Homer where are you, get back here! Till next time.