“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

I went through a few years of photos I took in November. It took longer than planned...a lovely trip down Memory Lane.