Comments on: November rain

By: May

May — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 18:54:54 +0000

You must have developed more creativity than those people whose only source of conversation are television shows.

By: Dave

Dave — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 17:20:03 +0000

I’m forty. It’s just that my exposure to popular culture has been very spotty over the years.

By: May

May — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 21:36:08 +0000

It’s an old song. If you are in your twenties, you are too young to remember.

By: Dave

Dave — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 20:37:21 +0000

leslee – The smell, yes! ‘Tis the season to rot and ferment. My friend L. is making cheese. I should be brewing beer.

May – I’m not familiar with the song, but I’m sure she got it from the children’s rhyme, which is very widespread in the U.S.

By: May

May — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 18:21:56 +0000

It’s raining, it’s pouring…is also the start of a lovely song performed by Barbra Streisand with another singer: “No more tears”

By: leslee

leslee — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 14:29:28 +0000

Yesterday it felt like mid-September and looked like late October. But it does smell like November – that rotting leaf smell is kicking in. The tree trunks are all coated with moss here, too, and the boulders look like they’ve been spray-painted with a fine green mist. I was noticing yesterday how green the woods are.

By: Dave

Dave — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:18:39 +0000

Thanks. I imagine a saturated ground must be a damned nuisance for a whole lot of burrowing creatures.

By: bev

bev — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:09:20 +0000

I keep going out onto the porch to watch the shreds of cloud scudding in over the treetops, gray against the white cloud ceiling.

Love that line. I’ve been watching the clouds a lot this week. The garter snakes seem to be abandoning their hibernacula up here too as a result of so much rain.

By: Dave

Dave — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 20:45:44 +0000

I agree. A day in which I haven’t done anything creative feels like a waste.

By: May

May — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 16:49:30 +0000

True. I love both rain and blue skies but not cloudy, still weather. The same applies to living: I cannot be happy just by surviving from one day to the next.