Still, it's an ill wind - for a start I discovered the word 'tenebrous' as an alternative to 'leaden'. It's made its way to us from Middle English, via Old French and Latin. I'm going to dust it down and use it more often - although I hope I don't have to use it to describe the weather too often this summer. What are the chances of that do you think?
Being disinclined to spend long in the garden today I read the newspaper thoroughly, including the weather report. I learn that a period of chill weather is not unknown at this time of year. I read that cold weather often greets the feast days of the three 'ice saints': Marmertus, Pancras, Serviatus which are celebrated, somewhere and by someone I suppose, on the 11th, 12th, and 13th of May respectively. Today we must light a candle for St Serviatus. It is his day. Folklore spells out a warning: 'He who shears his sheep before St Serviatus’ Day loves his wool more than his sheep.' We'll heed that too and keep the vests on awhile.
While I'm reassured to know that there are sound meteorological reasons for this evil weather - dying western airstreams giving way to cold easterlies driven by a sharp pressure gradient - blah-blah, I'm excited by my serendipitous discovery of these saints. I'd hoped to discover St Serviatus was the patron Saint of misty hill sides but his origins in the Low Countries make this unlikely. Saint of flat places more like. It appears he is mostly remembered for being a bishop and being, well, saintly.
Enough of saints and adjectives. Plants and flowers have diamonds on a rainy day:
Please let the sun come out soon. It will avoid having to post pictures of raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...