“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.”

– Elizabeth Coatsworth

Whoa nellie, the holidays are sneaking up on us like a freight train!

ย Margie


  1. Wonderful poem to go with the image, MArgie. The holidays are coming quickly. This happens every year. We go from relaxed and laid back summer to a new fast paced Autumn followed by a hurry, hurry Christmas. Gosh …. where do I find the energy?
    BTW … I have those little flowers in my Chinese urn in the front of the house in yellow. Aren’t they the happiest looking flowers? Have a Happy Day ..!!!!
    Toodles ….

  2. thanks for sharing, margie! i love this time of year, and your poem says why. it IS the holiday season, and for once i already know what i am getting my children. can you believe it?? joy to you, n

  3. Margie I love those leaves! What are they? It’s like I have seen them and know but I don’t know.. ๐Ÿ™‚ They look like Dogwood sort of~no way. I have to get a macro for Sunday Stills and they would have been perfect. I love November (I would love it even more if deer season didn’t start) but I don’t want it to scream by, I want to wrap myself up in every second of every minute of every hour of every day. A most excellent poem! Enjoy your Thursday.

  4. Love the colour orange in the new header. Great photo the leaves look like paper, I had to sit and ponder the photo for awhile.

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