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: