Finally, on the last day of the month, we have a typical November day: overcast, cold, and a landscape that is grey and brown, melancholy if not depressing.
For it has been a strange November, more like September, rainy and windy but warm. How warm? I have seen forsythia and iris blooming, that’s how warm.
November is usually more like today, at least in the Midwest. And it must be like that -albeit with a more dramatic landscape- on the Isle of Skye, home of my paternal ancestors, and the place where Vashti Bunyan captured the feeling with this lovely tune, from the late 60s:
That is really quite lovely. Odd that I don’t recall ever even hearing her name back then.