Forecast for thunderstorms, rain, followed by wind. Wind warning in effect. So all day checking the sky but finding nothing but blue. However, this evening the wind is picking up and the barometer is dropping, and we coud be in for one of those storied "gales of November" like the one that took down the Edmund Fitzgerald.

And, here, a selection from a group of poems printd in the Guardian as part of their series on climate change:

Still Life With Sea Pinks and High Tide

Maura Dooley

Thrift grows tenacious at the tide’s reach.

What is that reach when the water
is rising, rising?

Our melting, shifting, liquid world won’t wait
for manifesto or mandate, each
warning a reckoning.

Ice in our gin or vodka chirrups and squeaks
dissolving in the hot, still air
of talking, talking.

........

Reading a book called Rainwater Catchment Systems. It's a bit dry.