Aged and mellow, rich and warm, the gilded landscape nestled within the patchwork quilt November had wrapped about its shoulders, perhaps the last adoring embrace before Winter.   November is a month of beginnings and ends.  She is the…

I had forgotten the utter joys of “springing ahead”. The pilfering of sleep is never, ever acceptable; however, what struck me most this go around was the sheer number of clocks that had to be reset.  You never think about these things…