Tag Archives: November
Happy November
“This November there seems to be nothing to say.” ~ Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
Cozy Covid Morning
Crackling wood fire, bowl of hot porridge and a good cup of coffee – what more could anyone want on a cold covid morning near the end of November.
It Was A Frosty Friday
Berries In November
Callicarpa berries, growing in front of the seawall down the beach from my daughter’s. Surprising and Brilliant spot of colour along the beach.
Flowers In November
Hardy Fuchsia blooming in front of a beach house in the sand and grass beside the Salish Sea in Beautiful BC
There Must Be Fish, More Fish In The Sea
November Wind
Trees sway, leaves fall, branches become menacing. It is not the power of the wind I fear but the result of that power, not knowing what will happen but knowing what could. Potential disaster all around, I sit transfixed at … Continue reading
Another November
We’re never ready for you firewood is not all gathered yet flower buds still wait to open the garden is not ready for it’s long sleep. Neither am I. Too much to do before the whiteness covers all and I … Continue reading
Gathering Mushrooms
Not much to talk about on a rainy November morning but the mushrooms keep gathering to gossip about all the goings on in the woods.
Mushroom Season in the Woods
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