November comes and November goes,

With the last red berries and the first white snows.

With night coming early and dawn coming late,

With ice in the bucket and frost by the gate.

The fires burn and the kettle sings,

And earth sinks to rest until next spring.

by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Snow is here and the temps are colder than last year at this time. I am thankful for the wood my husband loaded up for me and grateful to the kids and staff who helped unload it! The woodstoves in the yurt are working well and we are cozy! Enjoy the November Newsletter and all the wonderful learning we did. November Newsletter