Warning – this post contains the gratuitous use of asterisks – those of a nervous disposition should leave now.
So it’s now eleven months since I started taking a photograph of this particular oak every time I pass it while walking the Delinquent Dog – how time flies!
The photograph above was taken this morning – another grey day as you can see.
This is how the oak has been progressing over the last couple of weeks…
Once again we can see the elegant branch structure that caught my eye all those weeks ago.
The weather has been very grey this month so far – even the days that started out sunny, seem to have turned grey before nightfall and we’ve had a lot of rain. In fact it’s been the wind and rain that finally brought the leaves off the oak, almost overnight.
Some of us find it hard-going when the light levels are low, so I’m hoping it won’t be long before we get sharp frosts and crisp blue skies. The cold I can deal with, but darkness really gets to me.
I’d planned to end this post with an uplifting little poem about November, but having dredged my way through Google, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is an unremittingly miserable month for poets too. I’m not going to put anything I found up here, just in case it drives anyone over the edge – really, you’d think poets through history have deliberately waited for November to indulge their most depressive fantasies.
Does anyone actually know a funny poem or saying about November – if you do, for heaven’s sake, tell me please! Never mind NaNoWriMo, let’s have ‘write something witty, ‘cos November’s so sh***y!’
Right, I’m off to hibernate…