I sit here gazing out my study windows at the hills and the trees so bare. There is a certain beauty on those hills and it is the many shades of evergreens sprinkled here and there in the hardwoods. Soon those hillsides will be covered with nature’s quilt, a fresh fall of snow. November has a bleakness to it and soon December will be ushered in with all the colors of Christmas and the sounds of all the carols ringing through the Christmas air in the Christmas spirit.
~ Winston Staples