Here it is the last day of November and the last day of Thanksgiving weekend, cold and dreary and wet.
Early this morning it was icy and sleeting when the dog had to go out and the newspaper fetched [That is, fetched by me, not the dog. Alas, I have never been able to train any of my dogs to bring in the newspaper].
Now it is cold and raining, so we lit a fire in the fireplace and snuggled in for the day. We had homemade turkey soup with fresh baked rolls for lunch and, having been the recipient of Amish Friendship Bread starter, we baked two loaves with raisins added and they are cooling in the kitchen.
If you aren’t familiar with Amish Friendship Bread, I’ll write about it some day.
Last but not least, it being the last day of November, I am celebrating the end of another successful November - National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo).
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? If a writer writes and no one reads it, then does what he has written matter?
Thank you, readers.