sweet november you draw near. the lawn mower's engines no longer we will hear. replaced by the snowblowers, yes it's that time of year. the sight of a gentle falling snow warms us with holiday cheer. hot cocoa by the fire with those you hold dear. november I was born, 53 years now in the rear. november I feel you coming so I've prepped all of my winter gear. november you never get old, the #1 in a pair. (the 11th month)
After nearly dying this past summer with congestive heart failure and Supraventricular tachycardia. 2 heart surgeries later.... I feel extremely fortunate to be here this November to celebrate my 53rd year