Having met trouble halfway...

Winter came as a surprise,
Crept in slyly over night,
Covered all the streets with ice:
White glints the world in morning light.
Autumn is yet loath to go -
yellow-leafed the trees still stand,
here and there still flowers grow,
on boughs that under snow-weight bend.
Bended branches, bended blooms
bowing to the season's lord;
But with shovels and with brooms
people offer ill escort.
Yet though men try to drive away
Winter and his company,
Believe me, they are sure to stay
and hold their three months' regency.

I suppose this is my fault for mentioning that maybe it would be time to put on winter tyres, because the weather had to prove my point, or what?

I'm kind of curious whether they are doing Märtensingen around here. Since it is basically a Catholic thing, I half expect they don't - most of the people in our street are Muslims - but of course, you never know. I bought sweets just in case; I wouldn't be too sure that - if they have adopted this wonderful German tradition - they also adopt the American tradition of trick-or-treating; I rather treat them than letting them trick me.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Neil Gaiman, though you're never going to read this anyway.

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( Wo ich den Teufel schon an die Wand gemalt hatte... )

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