November can be a pretty grotty month, this time last year, it was heavy wet snow.
This year, we’re blessed with high pressure, clear blue skies, frosty mornings, sometimes with fog until late morning. The sun slowly breaks through, throwing shadows in the mist.
Waking in the afternoons is a pure joy. The sun is still warm on one side, the other is cool in the crisp air. Underfoot is cold. In the woods is that autumnal smell of gently decaying leaves.
In pockets, there’s still frost, that might stay here until the spring.
The larches are flinging out their last colours.
There’s a wonder in the air, of the dying year, of crisp joy, a sense of treasuring this before the hardness of winter.
David Essex’s, ‘It was only a winter’s tale’ sometimes plays in my head at this time. Not of the lost love, but that feeling of autumn, cold and change that it brings.
November 16, 2020 at 2:03 am
Those frosty leaves make me homesick somehow!
November 16, 2020 at 8:39 am
Thanks, it’s trying to snow here today! Dropped by your blog, love the Haiku
November 16, 2020 at 9:26 am
November 15, 2020 at 7:15 am
Some good photos. I’ve just realised and can answer them directly via email.
Op 14-11-2020 om 20:09 schreef So where’s the snow?: > WordPress.com > annarashbrook posted: ” November can be a pretty grotty month, this > time last year, it was heavy wet snow. This year, we’re blessed with > high pressure, clear blue skies, frosty mornings, sometimes with fog > until late morning. The sun slowly breaks through, throwing sh” >
November 16, 2020 at 8:42 am
Yup, and Iâm replying by email too, didnât know I could do that either! Thanks for your comment, I treasure that. I take a lot of fotos with my phone these days as itâs always to hand. So like it that I can take shots into the sun. Hope youâre ok, weâre just starting two and a half weeks full lockdown. Wouldnât be so bad if I was laid off, but will have to work like last time!!