Monday, 1 November 2010
It is here again. It comes round with absolute regularity (give or take one day every four years) - the First of November. I am reminded of the Thomas Hood poem:-
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease;
no comfortable feel in any member.
No shade, no shine,no butterflies, no bees;
No fruit, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
What a dismal poem it is, to be sure - and how untrue for today at any rate, because it is a lovely day. I did a quick walk round my garden with the camera and there is still plenty out to give pleasure. The sun is shining, it is warm, the bird table has as many goldfinches, chaffinches, tree sparrows and members of the tit family as it ever has. I didn;t see a butterfly or a bee but I am sure they were still around if I had bothered to look for them. Each night, when the farmer takes Tess out for her last little walk, they are still seeing a couple of fat hedgehogs who have yet to hibernate.
So - be of good cheer - there are still some warm, pleasant days to come. Alright, there will also be some foggy, dismal days too - but as I said the other day = maybe we need the one to enjoy the other. Here's to a Happy November.