How can it be,
that November is knocking at the garden gate,
so soon?
So far we have only had a touch of frost,
but it is chilly...
but it wouldn't be Autumn,
without deliciously fresh weather
and bright blue skies...
Grab a sweater (or coat)
and a scarf...
I'll show you around...
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.
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
Lots of leaves are still hanging on,
but the garden is bathed in a soft glow,
a golden light...
(the stewartia tree in it's fall glory)
don't you love the clear blue skies of a cold day,
and the night skies so full of stars?
The Beauty Berries are abundant...
colorful leaves and berries are to be expected,
but there are also roses to be found,
random blooms to be sought out....
Some tattered...
some are bruised,
but still holding their heads high and proud...
knowing they are still beautiful...
then there are the surprise finds,
a perfect little bit of Eden...
others are as fresh and tender
as a rainy spring morn...
glorious in the Autumn sun...
enough to gather a small bundle...
to lovingly arrange
on the sideboard shelf...
November Roses,
can brighten the coldest day...
Today I am joining,
&
Thanks for strolling with me today...
























