Tuesday, November 19, 2013


"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
The fires burn, and the kettles sing,
and earth sinks to rest until next spring."
~Elizabeth Coatsworth~
 Mother Nature has given us a gift...a delightful day in which the temperature reached sixty-five degrees...It's November in Maine...no snow, no ice, no frost...no need for a fire in the wood stove ... As I enjoyed a late afternoon walk... a small flock of geese flew over head ...their honk, loud and clear...  procrastinators heading south...time is fleeting...we are smack in the middle of November...and this is Maine after all...where the weather can change in the blink of an eye...