"So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world," wrote John Clare. I'm reading John's poetry on my smartphone from the tee box on the par-4 fifth hole of my favorite golf course, wishing I could golf (well).

You see, it's going to be 70 degrees today. Blue sky, a soft, buttery breeze from the southeast. A few boats out on the lake. Huh? More September than November.

Winter is coming, but Mother Nature is ignoring the memo. Computer models hint at 50s into the third week of November with occasional swipes of rain. We'll see a cold frontpass later this week, another feeble push of Canadian air late next week. By the time it's cold enough for slush, deep moisture will be long gone. The pattern favors stormy weather in New England and the Pacific Northwest, a mild bubble of high pressure persisting over the nation's midsection.

Enjoy the warm front. Jackets return by late week, but no coats, no snow boots, shovels or ice scrapers required just yet.