January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and Gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasants,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
Am I the only one to be disappointed there has been no January snow here? It is threatening it though. Tonight it is already well below freezing. Should be a f f f f fun day in the Forest tomorrow! Thank goodness for the fire and the kettle. Last week I already saw some tiny baby lambs and the Daffodils in the garden are in bud. Sadly the Snowdrops that my Mom planted as a surprise for me have not survived, the chickens appear to like playing 'football' with Snowdrop bulbs! Everything including me seems to be getting a bit confused with the seasons. The days are certainly getting longer though. I can't believe the first month of the year is already at an end. Come on February, bring it on!