First day trip for the February plate
One month is previous, one other has begun
Since merry bells rang out the dying 12 months,
And buds of rarest inexperienced started to look,
As if impatient for a hotter solar,
And although the distant hills are bleak and dun,
The virgen snowdrop, like a lambent fireplace,
And in darkish woods, the wandering infant
Could discover a primrose.
The poem above and on the plate is by Hartley Coleridge, who was (I found by googling) the eldest son of Samuel Taylor and sister of Sarah who wrote ……..
February brings the rain
Thaws the frozen lakes once more.
February was the Roman Februaruis and comes from the Latin verb februare that means to purify as a result of the Roman competition of purification befell on the fifteenth.
February 1st ………. Imbolc (pronounced imulk) – The traditional Celtic feast day held to have a good time a stirring of life after winter and fertility initially of the lambing season. The phrase Imbolc might derive from outdated Irish that means ‘within the stomach’. The celebration was presided over by the Goddess of youth and fertility -Bride who turned Bridget.
February can deliver any kind of climate and has many climate sayings connected. It is commonly chilly across the third week
When gnats dance in February, the husbandman turns into a beggar
A February spring will not be value a pin
Fogs in February imply frosts in Could
Double confronted February
There’s at all times one positive week in February
February often speeds by. For me this month there are 2 WI conferences, 4 Train group conferences, 1 WI Knit and Sew group, some swims, Center Grandsons third birthday, a Rural Bygones Sale, Six Nations Rugby begins on TV, A Craft Truthful Espresso morning to go to and I am having the trellis changed.
Busy, busy – however with loads of time for studying too.
Again Tomorrow
Sue
