Today I’ve been weather watching again. This time it’s because today is known as a Borrowed Day as it’s said that January loaned February the 12th, 13th and 14th. And the reason for keeping a beady eye on the barometer over these next three days is that it’s said what happens during this time will predict the weather for the rest of the year.
Which does rather put me in a quandary. You see according to the folklore, stormy is good, as this means we can expect a year of fair weather. But we’ve just done horrendous stormy with Ciara and it seems rather harsh to cheerlead Storm Dennis just because I want to ditch my cardigan this summer. I’m so torn.
March isn’t like this. March doesn’t mess with your conscience. March’s borrowed days are all about a boastful cow and anthropomorphised months making birds miserable.
But, it looks like it’s out of my hands now anyway. While my trek across five counties today all produced bright, crisp sunshine (which conversely would mean a summer of cardigans and sou’westers), I’ve returned home to slathering rain. Nevertheless, I shall continue to keep my eyes peeled…
Cooper, Q. and Sullivan, P. (1994) Maypoles, Martyrs & Mayhem: 366 Days of British Myths, Customs & Eccentricities, London, Bloomsbury Publishing Plc