November. A month with different meanings for different people. For us here in NWArkansas, it is the month of the first snow and frozen bird baths. I wanted to show you how my water fountain in the container garden has iced a bit. Not completely, though, because the water is running. I’ll keep it running as long as possible because the sound draws in thirsty birds. And those lights in the fountain shining on ice are really pretty.
On a Tongue-in-Cheek note, I’m going to re-print here a humorous poem sent to me by my friend Carol a few years back. Is this what November means to you?
For Crows and Jays
Author unknown
I sing a song of thanks and praise for cranky crows and feisty jays
Who could have lived a life of ease sailing on a southern breeze
But gave up warm and sunny skies to stay behind and criticize
November’s damp and bitter cold with squawk and bellyache and scold.
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