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| Where is the May flower? It's late! |
While I was standing
tolerating the traditional Bank Holiday downpour the other day it
occurred to me that the seasons seem to have lost their rhythm. There
is a distinct lack of good grass growing and there is an
abundance of cold wind and rain.
The seasons are simple
in the equines world. There is no-grass (autumn and winter) and
green-grass (spring and summer) and green-grass is late! Surely the
Hawthorn blooms should be filling the air with their scent by now
and the grass should be growing so fast that if I failed to eat it on
time it would poke me on the nose!
A few weeks ago the sun
was shining and the young fillies here were getting over excited .
Merrylegs said she couldn't wait for the fresh (spring) grass to grow and to
roll about in her dust bath every evening. I told her to hang tail
as it would be a mud bath she'd be getting for the Hawthorn bush
hadn't bloomed yet. We Gypsy Cobs know the
Hawthorn Bush by another name. It's called the May Tree and the flowers
themselves are the May. I should know, because I was born in May and
I also know you can't expect good grass and good weather 'til the May is out.
You Twolegs think that
this old saying is related to the month of May, but that is utter
nonsense. You listen to an old Cob. .....“Ne'er
cast a clout till May be out!”
T'is an English proverb. And if you're faintly
doubting the word of this worldly wise old Cob then you'll find that
the earliest citation can be found in a rhyme from a twolegs called Dr. Thomas Fuller,
Gnomologia,
1732, although it existed by “word-of-mouth” well before that:
i.e. - "Leave not off a Clout Till May be out!” So now you
know and I think that the lateness of this flower is a matter of some concern and you should be
paying attention to the rhythm of the seasons and the seasons are
“out of kilter”.

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