It's all a farce, – these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying....

 Three generation: Rufus, Peppino & Robinson:

Yea, I have looked, and seen November there;

The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,

Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;

Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,

Strange image of the dread eternity,

In whose void patience how can these have part,

These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?

William Morris, November

So dark day & no pics....

So I'd like to put here some pics taken exactly a year ago.... when the world was again enough normal...

Ready to print bloodhound free calendar 2021. Just download  & print: