"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~
The snow is softly falling....the wood stove working overtime....my girls are snuggled in their coop....and Winslow Homer has a full belly....all is right with the world. Peace-the other name for HOME.