While it’s been rather nice and sunny in Putney today, I think more of the folks we know are getting a typical February. So courtesy of Flanders and Swann, here’s a cheerful ditty about the English 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).