Monday's fall quote

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.

~~ Clyde Watson ~~

Photo of our cottage's garden gate. We are busy each weekend working on preparing the garden for the winter.