"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
A most wonderful November in which summer hung on and the garden flourished with ample rainfall and sunshine. I believe the weatherman said its one of the warmest on record.
I cleaned up overgrown perennials among my boulders. I love the purple/chartreuse /red combination of euphorbia, purple heart , yellow mums and red autumn sage.
Of course it's Fall and while it takes the poets to write about the glory of autumn the rest of us have to rake them. A big THANK YOU to the inventor of the leaf blower !
November also marks my 57th wedding anniversary. It seems only yesterday that we wed and yet here we are, surviving through thick and thin. We certainly proved the old adage wrong that " East is east and West is west and never the twain shall meet. "
This thanksgiving we were blessed to have it outdoors on a farm in the beautiful countryside. So happy that all my children and my younger sister live nearby and gathered to celebrate our blessings .
Here in the depth of November and near the end of the year I pray for an end to this plaque that has befallen the entire world. Will we ever be the same again ?
Thank goodness for my garden where I can find peace of mind and tranquilty in this topsy-turvey world !