St Swithin's Day

Today is St Swithin's Day. I like to mention it each year. You can read more about the day on the page here (with a lovely image), taken from What to Look for in Summer. If one is to believe the old tale, we are to have a sunny rest of summer. But it also reminds me that we are in the middle of summer and there is less of the season behind us than ahead of us. So I'm always carefully hopeful come St Swithin's Day.

Saint Swithin's Day

 Today is St Swithin's Day. A day I have started mentioning on this blog, first in 2016, then more in recent years. We are practically midway through summer and just for that reason, it is worth bringing it up. Also because I like the folklore associated to the day. It helps me keep patient until the season is finally over. I hope you don't mind me sharing the same picture I shared in 2022, taken from What to Look for in Summer. It is one of Wolfie's books, although I read it more than he does.

"Is it St. Swithin's Day already?"

As some of you may know, it is St Swithin's Day today. Which was mentioned, years ago, in The Simpsons, in one of their best summer episodes. I blogged about the day last year and in 2016. This year, I just show you this short clip, which is nevertheless hilarious:

St Swithin's Day

 You may remember last year that I blogged about What to Look for in Summer, a book I bought at the local bookshop for Wolfie. The book taught him (and me) a lot of things about the season, among other things that today is St Swithin's Day. Today, according to folklore, we will know if summer will carry on and be hotand sunny, or will slowly dwindle and be cool and rainy. Anyway, you can read about it on the picture left. A part of me kind of dreads St Swithin's Day, but I do like the folklore associated to it.

St Swithin's Day

My brother PJ posted on Facebook this article about St Swithin's Day, which is today. I know nothing about Saint Swithin or Swithun and knew nothing of his feast until today. Apparently, if it rains today, it will rain for forty more days and nights, which is to say by any practical means until the end of summertime. For the record, it rained a good deal today. Not constantly, but it rained. I would tend to believe this old superstition for one simple reason: we are in England after all. It always rains in this country. But in any case, it is very fitting that it is the holy day of a Saxon saint which marks such folkloric forecast.