This photo was taken just before Halloween but the blonde thinks it’s more evocative of November than of October and asked me to post it. She also asked me to post the poem below.
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 this 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 traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
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” by Thomas Hood.
As you can tell, she has a thing about November. Probably because she was born in November. November 16, in fact.
November has provided all kinds of warmth, cheerfulness, and healthful ease for all us Mannion guys, thanks to one of its favorite daughters.
Happy Birthday, Mrs M!