After a week of dry-stone wall to dry-stone wall of FOG, I was going to share with you Thomas Hood’s poem November…here’s an excerpt…
No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon -
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No sky - no earthly view -
No distance looking blue….
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease…
But today, we can see real sky. Look! Taken from the bedroom window at 8 a.m!