"Spring's wakening bugle long is hushed
Long dimm'd is Summer's splendour;
October yields her easel bright
To "black and white" November!"~James Rigg, "November,"
Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
These first days of November are acting more like October , no "black and white" yet, except for the black of some tilled fields. Some years ago staying at a hunting lodge with a group of guys about this time of year we stepped outside to discover cold had come overnight. The temperature was minus seven degrees. Nothing like that yet, with 21 being the coldest observed. That's cold enough so the leaves are dropping from my big lilac. The mild temperatures would be more enjoyable if they were not symptomatic of climate change.
Takk for alt,
Al
No comments:
Post a Comment