As you can see we have November skies. We have rain, wind and cold. We have the last bits of summer hanging on by raindrop threads. We have the first dusting of snow on the mountain tips. We have scarves and quilts wrapped around us and we have excitement brewing for what's nearing, for what's around the corner.

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The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow

Robert Frost

The atmosphere here is cold and dreary. The rain taps on the windows and the whipping of the wind makes for a cozy indoors. A hot chocolate kind of afternoon, with some candles lit. Doing some nursing of my Meghan also, on this hunker down kind of day. I have lately been somewhat confused as to the days of the week, they seem to sneak by without a mention of who they are. Two weeks in a row now I've thought that Thursday's are Wednesday's for some strange reason. Perhaps I'm a housebound squirrel.

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The day is cold,

and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Being a 'home maker'.

The fine, minute, details of life. Like stitches, repeating.

Am taking care of the home front and accomplishing the care of those said stitches [details]. Details that are not that earth shattering, glorious or exciting to mention but are so necessary. To accomplish them is a feat in itself some days. Other days, the act of nesting is very satisfying.

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Mile and miles of quiet houses,

every house a harbour

Enid Derham