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. …

November

"November" by Thomas Hood 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 road--no street-- No "t'other side the way"-- No end to any Row-- No indications where the Crescents go-- No top to any steeple-- No recognitions of familiar people-- No …