wrote Emily Dickinson, "The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner and Gibraltar lights make the village foreign."
Some of my November or approaching-November encounters:
(How's this for a grille?)
Some would blow or rake leaves off the yard while others wash barnacles from the East Bay shoreline (of Budd Inlet at Percival Landing in Olympia.)
Tornados in Western Washington? A couple within a week of each other.
I have no frame of reference for Ms. Dickinson's description of November in this part of the world, especially this year. Nothing laconic about this noon with a storm brewing and getting ready to snap some of those trees in half. (I'm more informed this year than I was last year when a load of branches fell onto my car in this parking lot at work.)
Maybe somewhere, but not here!
I don't really know what she means by "Norway of the year." No, I mean I really don't know what she means by that.