Thomas Hood summed it up for me in his poem No, which finishes,
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
I can’t get enthusiastic about shopping or walking with our dog in cold, dark, wet weather. No one wants to stop and chat in the drizzle or a downpour.
DH worries about putting the heating on while I’m at work, but he doesn’t like Oodies and I don’t expect him to be in the cold, or look like a Michelin man in layer upon layer of woollies.
Roll on Spring!
Last three letters contd. November 2015

