"The wild November comes at last." ~ R.H. Stoddard
I have a treat for you, just in time for the weekend. This beverage is like a warm, liquid hug, and maybe, just maybe it's just what you need right now. November can be tricky. All of the pretty leaves are gone, and those moody skies can be a bit much. I myself love a moody sky; shades of blue grey melancholy that seem to stretch on forever. I want to read mysteries and snuggle deep into flannel sheets. I want hot buttered toast with honey and my hands wrapped around mugs of delicious things to drink. I want slippers and sweaters and slumber so deep. It won't be long until the first flurries fly. I can smell it in the air tonight. I pull on my boots, wrap my scarf twice around my neck, fit my fingers into gloves. November may be wild, but I'm ready for whatever comes my way.
