Saturday, November 16, 2013

Morning Fog

After several days that started as cold and hard as a stone, brittle light at morning, we begin today with soft fog and crow-call.

It reminds me of a Thomas Hardy poem:

This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;

Although reading the poem more closely, I realize that today's weather is what Hardy doesn't like, as  he says in his second stanza:

This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh and ply;

I've not been out in this weather yet, but for for atmospheric backdrop while sitting inside with a cup of tea, it can't be beat.

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