There's an old weather prognostication that I am fond of:
If there's ice in November
That will bear a duck
Nothing will follow
But slush and muck
The Germans say that "Saint Martin comes riding the white horse" meaning that snow is coming.
It is the day of Martinmasse
Cuppes of ale should freelie pass;
What though Wynter has begunne
To push downe the Summer sonne,
To our fire we can betake,
And enjoye the crackling brake,
Never heeding Wynter’s face
On the day of Martilmasse.
Cuppes of ale should freelie pass;
What though Wynter has begunne
To push downe the Summer sonne,
To our fire we can betake,
And enjoye the crackling brake,
Never heeding Wynter’s face
On the day of Martilmasse.
—from an old English ballad
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