Suddenly, here we are–nearly at the middle of March. I’ve found a bit more March lore which I thought was interesting. Last night was another stormy one but we are getting some much-needed rain. And now, with trees leafing and flowers blooming, we are in danger of frost tonight. But, that’s March–untrustworthy because it’s not at home with winter and it’s not at home with spring. A transition month–March.
“A moon lying on its back is a dry moon. You can hang your hat on its horns.”
“No lightning will strike a barn that shelters swallows.”
“High ant hills means a hard winter will follow.”
“Red sky at night, sailors’ delight; red sky of morning, sailors take warning.”
“A sunshiny shower won’t last an hour.”
“Persimmon seeds, when cracked open can predict whether the winter will have a lot of snow. A kernel that looks like a spoon means heavy snow, knife means icy cutting wind and fork means powdery, light snow.”
“When flies are sticky and bite, rain is on the way.”
“When robins don’t fly high, bad weather is coming.”
Here’s more of Blanche Manos’ weather lore and wise sayings:
A cloudy sky at break of day could mean that rain is on the way.
A robin pausing on the ground is listening for a wormish sound.
To keep the blues and blahs away, read a mystery every day.
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