'Don't cast a clout til May is out.'
or, as they say here,
"Until the 40th of May, don't cast a clout, olé."
My friend the weather pessimist told me that one. (When I was whimpering about the cold November nights, she threatened me with icicles and burst pipes in January.)
A clout's a cloth, by the way.
Spring arrived last week. I remember it distinctly. Gorgeous, it was. I didn't wear a jacket for three days. I bought new clothes. In Spring colours. I bought new sandals.
I wore my new sandals on Monday, and it rained cats and dogs. It rained stair-rods. It poured. It bucketed. It's been doing it ever since.
So I'm back in my boots, jacket, polonecks and corduroy skirt this week - actually, I don't mind in the least. Quack!
I found this list of Spanish seasonal weather proverbs for anyone planning a wedding.
In loose translation:
- January blossoms don't make it to the fruit bowl.
- If January's a villain, February's worse.
- Crazy little February, windy March and rainy April make for a beautiful, flower-filled May.
- If you haven't seen the storks by San Blas (February 3) expect a year of snow.
- When March mays, then May marches!
- If March doesn't march, then April will be windy.
- April brings a thousand rains. And if the billy goat goes out for us, there'll be loads of rain. (?!?!?!) (Abril, lluvias mil. Y si nos sale cabrón, lluvias a mogollón )
- Water in May, bread all year long.
- In August and January, don't sunbathe without a hat.
- Don't walk in August, or sail in December.
- September either takes out bridges or dries up streams.
- Light your fire at the beginning of November.
- In December, canes freeze and chestnuts are roasted.