Tom Waits' November

Excerpts from November

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone

November has tied me to an old dead tree
Get word to April to rescue me

Tom Waits

I wonder how many people love John Denver and Tom Waits....

Well, we've had perfect Halloween weather -- damp, a hint of a chill in the air, windy, and grey, and of course a full moon. The trees still have color, but it's on the wane. I spent the weekend visiting with the horses, traveling around on back roads in some of the most beautiful landscape in Bucks County. Harvey got clipped, and Riley's blankets are at the barn should he need them. It was a good weekend.