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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
November

It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of bone

No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We’ll slaughter them all

November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November’s cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You’re my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November

Tom Waits