"\"Blow, North Wind, blow. All the leaves are falling; cold, frost, and snow. Winter comes a-calling. Mother Nature sleeps now, all the Earth is bare; deep in the ground, she guards her treasures rare\". - Margaret Morgan I love visual storytelling and so I developed this little ice skating scene as a sequel to our little lantern walking friends. To me, the month of November carries its own kind of beauty! Our garden is currently wrapped in a silky blanket of delicate fog and frosty leaves…