It was a very blustery day.
Last week I dug the rosemary out of the kitchen garden and potted it to overwinter indoors.
Our home smells lovely with it’s scent.
Cozy throws rest upon the loveseat and pillows tempt one to turn on the fire
And watch an old movie or take an afternoon cat nap…
Perhaps a cup of tea and some quiet reading.
Even the squirrels scurry about putting their homes in order
And readying things for the coming season.
~ I believe this is the little fellow who absconded with the little pumpkins
From my window boxes and now sits in the branches cleaning
His little paws with the Old North church steeple in the background.
November is only mid-Autumn yet by the end of the month
It begins to feel as if winter has already arrived.
It’s not entirely unusual to have at least a dusting of snow by Thanksgiving
And though I gaze with longing at those who gather around tables
Set on porches or in golden fields, I love when it snows at end of November
And all my loved ones are gathered close and warm.
Night falls early, fires are lit, lamps aglow.
These seem to be the best days of home keeping.
We are inside and less busy than in the warmer months.
By march we will all be clamoring to get out of doors
But November’s stormy days gather us in
round fresh made soups and home baked pies.
Dull November brings the blast
Then the leaves are whirling past
Make it pretty Monday
Home and garden Thursday
A wise woman builds her home