"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~
A GLORIOUS SUNSET IS HEAVEN'S DOOR LEFT AJAR. This morning Winslow and I were out and about doing errands and I happened to see these words on a church bulletin board.... I had to share them with you.... Blessings from Dog Trot Farm.