March birthday people, your flower is the lovely daffodil, one of the first flowers to pop up after winter, reminding us of sunnier, warmer days ahead. Aquamarine and bloodstone are your two birth stones. So, you are beautifully attired for your special month.
A neat fact: The origin of birth stones takes back to the stones on Aaron’s breastplate in Old Testament times. Those gems represented the twelve tribes of Israel and the twelve months of the year.
March abounds with weather lore, folklore, poems, fact and fiction. It’s an unreliable month, rather unstable as the seasons change from winter to spring. Here are a few things to consider, just for fun:
O March, is this the reason that you’re such a restless thing? You’re not at home with winter and you’re not at home with spring.–Author Unknown.
In come the March winds,
They blow and blow,
They sweep up the brown leaves
That green ones may grow.
–George Washington Wright Houghton, American poet (1850–91)
Some more weather lore:
“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, fresh-sprung from my mind this morning:
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.
Lovely daffodils! And, lately March isn’t the only unreliable month, but that’s Mother Nature always keeping us guessing!
You’re right. I keep thinking winter can’t be over yet, but, who knows? Perhaps it’s an early spring. Or, maybe not!