November Days
“ 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 We are slowly slipping into our Winter routine over here. Slower mornings, many books. Hot drinking and hearty meals. twinkle lights, lots of music, and early bedtimes. I love Spring and Summer, but these chilly days are needed too. Summer is so, so busy, and now we have a moment to step back, and take things easy. And sometimes that's just what you need. Of course on the other side, there are dreary, chilly coop-ed up days where the kiddos run wild and doubt my mother skills. We ditch all plans and have cereal for dinner and call it a night after way too many episodes of some random tv show. And that's okay too. I'm working on embracing the good and the not-so-great. Going with the flow, and enj
