• Saturday-What'sUP November 17 - 01:37 pm

The winds have been blowing, the snow has been falling, then melting and the leaves have hit the ground. In case you haven't noticed when walking amongst the trees, it's brighter with the leaves under your feet. There's now an unencumbered view of the Keweenaw sky, as Erik Riutta illustrates for us today. The exception are the oaks that hang onto their leaves much longer (we had a discussion on that last week one day). So while you're out for your walk, whether during the daylight hours or even at dusk, make sure you tilt your head skyward and look through the branches. You'll enjoy what you see up above.

No Sun, No Leaves, November.....
-Author Unknown-

Except in this case both pics have sun :)

That first picture looks like the tree was lightning struck and now has a decay line going up it? Lots of snags in the background, too. The forests up here have a hard go of it, people too, for that matter.

It will be a long time before we see leaves again on our trees here in mid-Michigan. I don't mind the lack of leaves when there is blue sky, but it's a different when it is a gray sky, which is much of the time in the Michigan winters. Here's wishing for lots of blue sky this winter, but enough gray to give the snow that is needed. :-)

Thanks, Erik & Mary for today's pictures and thoughts!

hey yoopers, how about a snow report? I see that tree in this picture has no leaves, does that mean the ground has no snow??

Very nice to wake up to pictures like this every day!

Theresa, I love a challenge! I found the author.

This poem is by the British humourist and poet Thomas Hood
(1799-1845) who waxed most eloquently on the month of
November and all that is wrong with it, in his poem called,
simply, “No!”

No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
….
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 agree, winter would be so much nicer and easier to get thru if the sun would come out and blue skies would look at me (do I feel a song coming on?) Also the pictures almost everyday are great and make me want to be in the UP, God's Country. May I also be one of the first to wish all of you the best for the season, Merry CHRISTmas, Happy New Year and have a great save Thanksgiving.

Without cold; warmth less appreciated.
Without clouds; likewise the sun.
Without snow; flowers taken for granted.
Without rain; well, I'm done.

Author unknown and best be left that way, eh? ;-)

Barb......I LOVE the NOvember poem!!

Theresa, Barb, and Heikki...thanks for the poetry lessons today. It is wonderful that we live in an area of the country where we see definite changes from season to season. I can't imagine having sunshine everyday..how would one appreciate the smell of rain,the taste of the snowflakes and the sight of thick cumulous clouds.

November


by Thomas Hood

NOVEMBER
BY THOMAS HOOD

No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--

No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--

No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!

No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--

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!

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.

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great pictures really-------i remain walter p

Thanks, all, for the poetry. One great piece I didn't see here was "November", by Robert Frost. It's one of those I carry with me for those times when I'm caught waiting with nothing to read.

My favorite too.


MY Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Thanks, Snowman. That's a beauty, and I honestly don't ever
remember having read it before.

Robert Frost is my favorite, maybe it's the name.

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Wow, that is really beautiful. But what are you trying to do? Educate us? Poems? Oh my gosh!

Jeff, the ground is white with 2 inches of snow in this yooper's yard in Painesdale. There were a few snowflakes in the air today, but no new additional accumulation..yet.