It’s hard to believe it’s November already. Remember autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go… I saw this poem and had to share:
"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
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Michele Bell, PIO