sweet november.

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

This november I am feeling so thankful. It has been such an exciting time for John and I and I just feel wrapped in love. The days have become shorter, busier and much colder yet I am still finding so much joy in each day. It's been a happy fall. I want to always remember this as the happiest time.