The last Breath of October
The end of October pleased us with beautiful sunny days. However, it creates a lot of work. All beautiful colourful leaves from the trees now looking like thick yellow rug. Leaves rustle underfoot, and it is very sad to part with them, but we must say goodbye to them. See you in the Spring!








Gray November Day
by Dixie Willson
I like the fall
The mist and all
I like the night owl’s lonely call
And wailing sound
Of wind around
I like the gray
November day
And dead, bare boughs that coldly sway
Against my pane
I like the rain
I like to sit
And laugh at it
And tend my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall
The mist and all