Misty, watercoloured memories
Nov 24, 2021
3 minutes
John Lewis-Stempel
Illustration by Phillip Bannister
THE winter sound of the birds. I was musing on the theme this morning as I filled the pit of the tractor with diesel. The yard was smothered with mist. As it was yesterday. As it was the day before. No surprise, of course, mist in November. John Clare versed about the month in The Shepherd’s Calendar:
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
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