NOVEMBER NIGHT

By

Adelaide Crapsey

      Listen-

      With faint dry sound,                                                       

       Like steps of passing ghosts,

       The leaves, frost-crisped,

        Break free from the tree

        And fall

 

 

A cloudy start to this cold November day!  This poem and picture I borrowed from another blogger and pinterest remind me of the transition of the seasons.  Such a late Fall this year.  Here it is the 9th of November and there are still leaves on the trees - usually by this time they are bare.  We did have our first snowfall on Tues/Wed..........just a dusting, but enough to make the roads slippery and to make us aware of what is to come!!!

 

The men are off to their deer hunting grounds this morning......brr, and good luck to them.  DH, son Steve, b-i-l John, and nephew Tony round out the group.  I don't quite understand the embracing of heading out into the dark at 5a.m. to sit in a deer stand waiting for a deer to wander into your sights,

but that would be a hunter. 

 

I will finish up decorating with a few things for Thanksgiving.  I have been debating just on how much to do as I am to have the Crochet Club Christmas this year and that is major decorating for the event.  So a little Christmas will be scattered in with Thanksgiving LOL!  Trying to think ahead.

 

I had a great week.  I got to go see a play 'Mary T. & Lizzy K.'  My friend Barb had read the book so was excited to see the play.......a story of Mary Todd Lincoln and her dressmaker.  Mary was institutionalized (for 4 months) by her son Robert as she was mentally distraught after the death of her sons' and the assassination of her husband.  Lizzie was a former slave, now free, and in the employ of Mary as her professional seamstress....never paid by Mary for her work.  Four years after Lincoln's assassination, she wrote a book of memoirs including intimate details of life in the White House, in the hope of making money to survive.  Instead of success, her white clientele ostracized her.  She died as a resident of the Natl. Home for Destitute Colored Women and Children.  The play centers around the last day of Lincoln's life, as Mary remembers while in the asylum.  Sad and interesting at the same time. 

 

I got rid of my dehumidifier and Keurig coffee maker - both broken - at the recycling center yesterday.  It cost $12, but such a relief to have them out of the house and able to be recycled and not in a land fill somewhere.  (DH's solution....arghhhh)

 

Enjoying a French Vanilla Latte (caffe frothed with a little Bailey's French Vanilla creamer)

YUMMO.....