Umbrella (November)

The Umbrella Man was not signalling Jack Ruby to start unloading ammunition from back of the Grassy Knoll. He was protesting John Kennedy’s father’s promotion of Neville Chamberlain’s appeasement policy of 25 years previous, a black umbrella being one of the Prime Minister’s signature symbols. The 22^nd of November 1963 was a bright sunny day in Dallas: no raincoats, no umbrellas. By turning the umbrella upsidedown he could have caught pennies from Heaven. With supernatural powers, he could have risen through the air like Mary Poppins. The motorcade sped up, in no time to notice René Magritte by the roadsign.  

FYI (November)

Ask a Librarian: November. Flummoxed Yabbies Interweave. Fast Yachts Impress. Foul Yahoos Irritate. Fresh Yams Interest. Freaking Yanks Interfere. Fancy Yarmulkas Insulate. Fabled Yarns Intoxicate. Foggy Yarra Inches. Fatal Yawns Insomnify. Fulsome Yearnings Intertwine. Folding Yearbooks Inter. Farewell Years Illuminate. Fragmentary Yeast Intensifies. Fading Yellow Ignites. Far-out Yells Impinge. Fluctuating Yen Influences. Fictional Yeomen Intone. Firm Yeses Inspire. Finished Yesterdays Indwell. Fat Yobbos Idle. Failing Yodels Inflow. Fake Yoga Injures. Fetid Yoghurt Immunises. Frying Yolk Inspissates. Faraway Yonder Imagines. Freakish Yorkers Impact. Fear Yourself Inhibits. Frightened Youth Isolates. Frantic YouTubers Implode. Fast Yo-Yos Interlace. Festive Yuletide Interpolates. French Yumminess Indulges.

Green (November)

Under our window the pilgrim rose has doubled through winter, cloud of green with green buds that break through humidity into white-yellow by Cup Day.  It’s the first day of November. New shoots of serrated edge softness cover Japanese maples, their green trunks well able for any conditions. Some leaves are edged red. But above us the jacaranda has totally lost it, its curvatures and wiggles outlines where feathery green shaded the window. It’s the same old story morning glory. By December every branch will be blue-purple, more haze adding to the mauve haze lining hilly streets of sleepy Rosanna.