Quote of the Day

I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden -- she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error. ~ Sara Stein, My Weeds, 1988

11.01.2013

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.

- Elizabeth Coatsworth