A Few Weeks In November

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”

― Clyde Watson

I savor the first few weeks of November. The fun of Halloween is but a memory, and the excitement of the holidays waits for us like an unopened package tied with a festive bow. While I may be making assorted mental notes and even a few Amazon orders, I tend to enjoy these first few weeks of November by snuggling in our country home as the darkness comes earlier and spending time with the simple things. Happy November, my friends.

The orange and black of Halloween are replaced with shades of brown. And cute felt turkey coats too. : )

The candles burn longer now, as the darkness comes sooner.

Apple pies are made with the last of the freshly picked apples.

And I'm quite sure there is something very similar to this in Heaven. : )

Afternoon coffee and tea are spent looking through catalogues.

Plans are made for our annual Ornament Day.

Rooms are cozier now...

and I spend my evenings in my spot. With my tea. And my book. And my people.

Enjoy your first few weeks of November, friends. : )