November

 

Today is the first day of November. How fast the time if going don't you think? Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Have you watched Poldark? I was wondering if anyone has read the books by Graham Winston? I always think of myself as pretty well read, how is it I have got this far in life and have never even heard of these books. I don't recommend very much here but we finished the first season last night. I am enchanted. There is nothing in there that makes you want to poke out your eyes. The first season is on Amazon Prime for free. Its on Masterpiece now on Sunday nights. Anyway that is my commercial.

Here is my rug. It took me almost two weeks to get it bound. Its a big rug. I didn't work on it when I first got sick. I am still having a hard time shaking it. Gosh, I hate getting sick now. I loose all of my momentum.

I am working on a turkey rug. I sat out yesterday in the late afternoon. The sun was shining through the trees. The light was golden and warm. I noticed that we have a new bird singing in the trees in the back. I couldn't place the the bird song. The wind was dancing through the tree tops and the sky was all so blue. Now that November is here, the clouds will come flying by rigged as sailing ships in full sail. The fogs of November will return. The ghost smells of burning leaves and the sounds of children laughing as they jump into leaf piles. Now it is too cold for little bare feet and shoes must be worn with coats. All of the sweet memories of fall came to me as I sat and hooked my rug watching the golden light as the sun faded from the sky. Have you noticed how fast the sun sets now?

I hope that this first day of November finds you well and the leaves still have some color. I hope the air is filled with the smells of fall.
Blessings from my heart to yours,
~Kim~

“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