Mist, Muck and Misery.

These past days have been miserable with dreadful weather and no possibility of gardening. Walter de la Mare’s November echoes the feelings of these days very well:

November

There is wind where the rose was,

Cold rain where sweet grass was,

And clouds like sheep

Stream o’er the steep

Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,

Nought gold where your hair was,

But phantom, forlorn,

Beneath the thorn,

Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,

Tears, tears where my heart was,

And ever with me,

Child, ever with me,

Silence where hope was.

Walter de la Mare

Fortunately, today brought a change, a break in the rain, some sunshine, some blue sky and a long overdue opportunity for a walk:

2 thoughts on “Mist, Muck and Misery.

  1. You are so lucky to have such a nice walk close to home! My daily walks have become so hazardous with my local road being turned into a river that I have abandoned them for the moment! For the moment its back to circuits of the garden – can I cover all the winding paths without retracing my steps???

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    1. The start of the Waterford Greenway is about a kilometre away from us – less if we wished to walk across two fields to it but they are too mucky to do this at the moment. It’s very convenient at the moment.

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