Down through the bush, one step after the other, I went. The wind was blowing quite rudely. Overhead trees were swaying and the grey clouds passed swiftly by. Squeaking branches sounded, off in the distance. The dogs gallumped along through the bush.
I quickly discovered that when the wind is that high, perhaps a tramp in the bush is not the best idea. There was a loud crack and quite close by, down came one of the towering pines, no longer majestic, with branches brittle from Pine Beetle kill.
November is usually cold and grey with fog around here. Usually the fog covers everything in a fine coating of frost that eventually turns into dripping stalactites of ice. Not this year though. This year, the wind has been blowing pretty much constantly. Dreamer, our horse, raises her tail in disgust, and gallops around her paddock as if she can run with the wind.
I thought yesterday morning when I woke up and looked out the window and couldn't see anything for the grey cloying fog, that the typical November weather had come at last. But by lunch time, once again, the wind had come up and was blowing.....blowing... blowing....
November is not one of my favorite months, I do have to be honest. Somehow, I feel adrift, with nothing but Christmas boring down on me. Even Ideas on CBC last night, which normally I really enjoy, was boring. I had spent the day clearing out boxes full of wool and UFOs (unfinished projects) which is a boring job indeed, and then when I started to develop a headache I thought a walk in the forest.... my beloved forest.... would be good. With trees threatening to fall on my head, I decided that the walk would be better shortened rather than lengthened. So far this week I have managed to wash a fleece, wash a second small amount of fleece, clear out two rather large boxes of junk, unravel a scarf, start another scarf and ravel it out three times, finish two necklaces and one bracelet, dye some sock yarn, organize the level 4 fibres that I will need, find a baggy full of bison (which I just spent a fortune on ordering from the States), ply a ball of silk, cable a skein of novelty yarn, and worked on two paintings. Still, I feel like I have done nothing.
It's November. I know it is. November always leaves me at loose ends.
Rather like my walk of yesterday through a forest of wind, where trees were falling on all sides, November descends upon on me....
Perhaps I should raise my tail, and run with the wind...
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