February in the mid 1800's

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 6th Jan 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1fqb-pcv/
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The winter is a season of distress not only to the nobler race of man, but all animated creatures. Game and wildfowl of every species is tamed by rigor. Markets are overcrowded with all sorts of ducks, hares, plovers, woodcocks and snipes. In the mid 1800’s in London hares were a shilling each. Wild ducks were two shillings, the brace and snipes fourpence each. It is January now and the prose is about the month, soon to come, of February.

When February is in keeping with its eternal character

When February is in keeping with its eternal character it is a month of cold, wet and fog.
But this gives a preposition for a winter of severity, snow and many typical wintry things,
The giving way of frost and the melting of new-year snow makes if a miserable wet time,
A time of flooding waterways, spider web fogs, and a dampness that chills our very souls.

But of late our winters have been open and mild



But of late our winters have been open and mild, so different from old perceived features,
We tend to regard the old severe winters and fine early hawthorn springs as most healthy,
So it now becomes the month of anticipation and the people of our nation regard it thus,
And express these feelings holding local carnivals, all sorts of merriment and gayeties.

It is the month of the snowdrop and sap stirs in trees



It is the month of the snowdrop and sap stirs in trees, the buds born now begin to swell
Green things are starting to peep from the earth, in hedge lands and on woodland banks,
Village folk begin to be impatient for the violets and the primroses of a nearing march,
In old customs violets shine in house windows and on chimneys sit blossom hyacinths.

Florentine tulips bring beauty and make fresh our rooms

The crocus, Dutch elm and Florentine tulips bring beauty and make fresh our rooms,
Gardens have hepatices in bloom but they don’t last long and are snuffed like a candle,
Before it goes out come vernal crocus, various hellebores and the lovely Japan quince.
Many others join them, the fragrant coltsfoot, the bulbocodium and a cornelian cherry.
On our many heaths gorse often puts forth its golden bloom, and the yew trees flower,
Insects emerge from their winter retreats they had so completely buried themselves,
But with February the season of distress is nearly over and we can look forward again,
The surviving creatures of the fields will have soon forgotten the damp and cold days.
the sun becomes warm and not just a bright light, we can take pleasure in all its beauty.

Summary

And away are winging northward all the tribes of anus, anser and cygnus. For geese, swans, ducks and mews that love the hyperborean latitudes find them too intense in the depths of winter. They find their food buried in trackless snow in Lapland, Norway or Russia. These, with divers, godwits, the mountain finch, the red wing thrush and the fieldfares are all preparing to bid us adieu for another year and the two latter will be the last to depart.

Every symptom of the coming year is one of life and hope.

The pictures are from my own collection.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
7th Jun 2015 (#)

Lovely nature poetry that takes me right there, thanks Terry - siva

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