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The last time I posted this (three years ago) it was a cold and wet November morning, but today couldn’t be more different. Bright and shiny and going up to 20º – and up to 27º by the end of the week! So it looks like I can carry on wearing sandals for awhile yet. Mind you, the last time I posted this it was three weeks into November…
Anyhow, just love this song, so thought I’d share it with you all again.
With a nod to Thomas Hood.
No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
NovemberIt only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of boneNo prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We’ll slaughter them allNovember has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November’s cold chainMade of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You’re my firing squad
NovemberWith my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hareTied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flagGo away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November– Tom Waits
casa azahar 
I get a UMG fail 😦
It’s cold and wet here, a beautiful November day somehow.
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Gloomy sort of a fellow in’t he?
It’s a cold month and often a gray one, in the North anyway, but right now the sky here is Wedgwood blue and all the trees still have their leaves, in tapestry colors. I like the way the light angles down obliquely and flares off any little reflective surface, instead of broiling me.
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Gloomy?? Nonsense. But he is the master of melancholy.
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