Walking towards Winter

Just a few days ago it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt in the middle of the day. Now we go hunting in our wardrobes for thick warm coats.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) described Autumn as 'The year's last loveliest smile'. Now though we feel that we are hurtling towards Winter, the birds should all have migrated and the squirrels  have stored enough nuts to last till Spring. 

To get us in the mood for Winter here is a poem from   'Love's Labour's Lost' by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Winter

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick, the shepherd , blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail,

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl:

'Tu who;

Tu-whit, tu-who! - a merry notr;

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw,

And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw,

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

'Tu-who;

Tu-whit,tu-who' -a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Time to snuggle up