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
Muted hues (photo by Line Kay for Hale Mercantile Co.):
Just learn to listen:
Lake Kirkpatrick, New Zealand (photo source unknown, via Pinterest):
Firewood by Shelter Co. via Tumblr:
Votives in Scandinavian style (via Tumblr):
Happy weekend!
Fruzsi