As usual on the first day of the month, I am posting the new calendar photo.
The
pumpkins sleep, the moon slips low,
A
hush drapes trees in amber glow.
The
air is crisp, the shadows thin—
November’s first breath drifts gently in.
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November 1st 2025
As usual on the first day of the month, I am posting the new calendar photo. The pumpkins sleep, the moon slips low, A hush drapes trees ...
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4 comments:
Beautiful calendar, Ginny. I also like the poem.
awesome your article worldreview1989
Another pretty one. This calendar has so many pretty pages.
You know I always enjoy these. I was in Hobby Lobby the other day and saw a rack of beautiful Calendars...I thought about you.
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