It's late afternoon here in Denmark, a little bit after 5 (1700, if you count it that way). Deep twilight, and I'm quite comfy inside our home. Earlier this afternoon I went outside to collect a pot for planting some cuttings I had taken from the pothos in the kitchen window. It was breezy, but a light sweater was enough to keep me warm. The raised bed are done for this year--a few straggler beans still hang on, but barely. The leeks will continue growing, but slowly, for a while yet. It was such a late start this year. Next year I shall get an early start on everything. This is the time of the year to marshall your energy, gather it around you to keep you warm through the cold days that will be coming. It's the time to enjoy the soft warmth of the quilt on your bed, time to watch the wind blowing leaves across the street from the cozy comfort of your kitchen. The light hanging above the kitchen table provides a warm oasis, an island of joy in the soft darkness that surrounds it. I miss the warmth of the July sun, but I know it will return. The early darkness of a November afternoon is proof that the seasons move on in the same way they always have, that there is continuity to life. And, I just won a good on-line auction as well!!!! FE, very little PP. Thanks for stopping by.