January can be a brutal month in our parts an poleward locations throughout the world. How sweet it is for many when a few days thaw and milder sunshine rolls in. How thankful we should be when the winds are light and not chilling us to the bone. How sparkling and white the landscape can be. How gray and dark the mood can be. It’s a month that scares some while others love its potential fury.
Enjoy some of the WEATHER LORE saying below. Maybe you can relate to them?
- A wet January, a wet spring.
- If grass do grow in January, it will grow for the rest of the year barely.
- (St. Paul’s Day – Jan. 25th). If Saint Paul’s Day be fair and clear, it will bring a happy year; But if by chance it should rain, it will make there all kinds of grain. And if the clouds make dark the sky, then animals and birds this year shall die; If blustery winds do blow aloft, then wars shall trouble the realm oft.
QUOTES INVOLVING JANUARY.
- Slow as molasses in January.
- “January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
striding a shadowy steed of snow.”
- Edgar Fawcett
- “The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a
twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”
- Vita Sackville-West
- “January is the quietest month in the garden. … But just because it looks quiet doesn’t mean that nothing is happening. The soil, open to the sky, absorbs the pure rainfall while microorganisms convert tilled-under fodder into usable nutrients for the next crop of plants. The feasting earthworms tunnel along, aerating the soil and preparing it to welcome the seeds and bare roots to come.”
- Rosalie Muller Wright, Editor of Sunset Magazine, 1/99
- “There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.”
- Hal Borland
- “Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.”
- Nelda Hartmann, January Morn
- “January, month of empty pockets! … let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.”
- “Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, “Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play.”
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see.”
- Winifred C. Marshall, January
- “You’d be so lean, that blast of January
Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair’st friend,
I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day.”
- William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale, Act IV Scene 4
- “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.”
- Wallace Stevens, No Possum, No Sop, No Taters
- “Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first day of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.”
- Henry Ward Beecher
- “January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.”
- Sara Coleridge, Pretty Lessons in Verse
- “In January
it’s so nice
on the sliding ice
to sip hot chicken soup with rice.
- Maurice Sendak, In January
- “Come, ye cold winds, at January’s call,
On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew
- John Ruskin
- “January opens
The box of the year
And brings out days
That are bright and clear
And brings out days
That are cold and grey
And shouts, “Come see
What I brought today!”
- Leland B. Jacobs, January
This post was written by Tony Schumacher on January 3, 2012