"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~
I am happy to report someone is being a busy bee around here this morning, certainly not me. This humid weather is starting to wear me down. It makes my body feel heavy and lethargic. Oops sorry, Winslow is after the fox- gotta go- so much for feeling lethargic. Till later!