What’s your favourite season? My young apple trees are bearing sharp James Grieves. A bracing antidote to any melancholy induced by departing swallows and the robin’s autumn song.
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What’s your favourite season? My young apple trees are bearing sharp James Grieves. A bracing antidote to any melancholy induced by departing swallows and the robin’s autumn song.
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A Song of the Weather
January brings the snow
Makes your feet and fingers glow
February’s Ice and sleet
Freeze the toes right off your feet
Welcome March with wintry wind
Would thou wer’t not so unkind
April brings the sweet spring showers
On and on for hours and hours
Farmers fear unkindly May
Frost by night and hail by day
June just rains and never stops
Thirty days and spoils the crops
In July the sun is hot
Is it shining? No, it’s not
August cold, and dank, and wet
Brings more rain than any yet
Bleak September’s mist and mud
Is enough to chill the blood
Then October adds a gale
Wind and slush and rain and hail
Dark November brings the fog
Should not do it to a dog
Freezing wet December then:
Bloody January again!
(January brings the snow
Makes your feet and fingers glow).
– Michael Flanders
Great to have a copy of that, particularly this year!
Can anyone tell me where to get Worcester pearmains? They’re just about the only apple I can stomach.
I can offer only empathy. When I was a child and visiting rather better off friends, I was in awe of the fact that they had a BOX of apples. They were W. Ps and I still remember the mellow flavour and the soft flesh (this is getting quite exciting.
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Hi Alison,
Funnily enough, they all merge together in that age old predictable sequence…there’s no sharp boundaries, just that imposed by our ordering ‘calendar’.
All they really mean is the pulling on the deep call of ‘forming’ primordial times, and whenever the heck we started to get serious about being modern (even if that was ‘neanderthal’..!).
Every season has it’s own challenges, and senses, and inspiration …Probably the strongest being the easing into a Spring, and the drifting out of Summer into early Autumn…they are the energy times……the rest are survival time zones when we can reap the crops of our energy …Spring about the setting of things to be done….early Autumn about preparing for the long nights and short days…
We are very closely related to the ‘Jungle’ and not really hugely smart at all…we’re certainly ‘smart animals’ but nothing else….there’s no ‘us and them’.
Is it the same in the southern hemisphere but 6 months a-kilter?
Kind regards, Denis.
Hi David, Michael is a writer from some years ago then….?
The only thing that’s fixed is change?
Interesting to read Cobbett’s ‘Rural Rides’ and compare his memoires of the weather and not-so-strange commentary on farming, life in general, his ascerbic comments on the Wen (the epicentre of the Universe, or is that the Big Apple?), City financiers and the Government (and their damnable taxation)…Br, Denis.