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November comes….
November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows. With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate. The fires burnAnd the kettles sing,And earth sinks to restUntil next spring~Clyde Watson The days of October slipped by as they so often do with many days of…
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Shopkeeping: A Late Summer Break
What a beautiful day it is here on Whidbey, with summer warmth in the sunshine, and hints of autumn in the shade and the breeze. My gardens are still bursting with flowers, vegetables and herbs; but I have picked the first orange sugar pumpkins, field grasses are golden, and finches and pine siskins are delighted…
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Devotion
We received a little drizzle last evening, and a touch of mist this morning. It was lovely to feel the cool dampness on my face when I walked the pups out to retrieve yesterday’s mail. We received just enough moisture to plump the moss on trees a tad, and to dampen the dusty lane. A…