One day the bees are feeding on the nectar of sweet Campfire roses. The next day a dusting of snow reminds us that our short northern season of growth and renewal is shifting to our long season of hibernation and rest.
Black-eyed-Susan is tired, ready to let her seeds settle in and prepare for spring.
Beavers are preparing for winter,
Cutting down trees to fortify their dams.
It’s time to come off the river,
Put on my boots, and start thinking kitchen.
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