When is the rain going to stop?

 

It’s been raining on and off everyday for too long. The ground is so soaked already. My roses are drowning.

This is the view in front of my townhouse everyday.

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This is what you can see through the window in back.

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Remember the nursery rhyme:

Rain. Rain. Go Away.

Come again another day.

Little children want to play.

 

I would like St. Swithun to send the rain to California. They need it there. We have enough rain here already.

Have you heard about St. Swithun? Who is he? What’s he got to do with rain?

St. Swithun is regarded as one of the saints to whom one should pray in the event of drought.

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St. Swithun – Photo Credit: Christianity.com

I remember years ago while I was in New York and it rained on July 15 and it kept on raining everyday till late August. We were having an Ice Cream Social at the end of August and I mentioned it to one of our guests who lived across the street. She must be well-read because she recited the poem right away. Not many people know about St. Swithun. She knew the legend about St. Swithun and the 40 days of rain. It says if it rains on St. Swithun’s day which is July 15, it will rain for 40 days.

We might be heading that way. I cannot remember the weather on July 15. Maybe it was raining. It has been raining everyday for quite sometime now. Where I live in Johns Island, it is like England’s weather. The sun will come up and then dark clouds move in all day long. The rain is so localized. It could be raining in front of my house but not in the back. It could be pouring on the lake but dry on the street. Weird.

Here is the English weather lore proverb about St. Swithun:

St Swithun’s day if thou dost rain

For forty days it will remain

St Swithun’s day if thou be fair

For forty days ’twill rain nae mare

 

A Buckinghamshire variation has

If on St Swithun’s day it really pours

You’re better off to stay indoors.

 

St. Swithun was an Anglo-Saxon Bishop of Winchester from his consecration in Oct. 853 until his death on July 2, 862 and subsequently patron saint of Winchester Cathedral. On his deathbed St. Swithun begged that he should be buried outside the north wall of his cathedral where passers-by should pass over his grave and raindrops from the eaves drop upon it. However, it was decided later to move his body to a new indoor shrine, and one theory traces the origin of the legend to a heavy shower by which, on the day of the move, the saint marked his displeasure towards those who were removing his remains.

According to Durham chroniclers, the legend was derived from the tremendous downpour of rain that occurred on St. Swithun’s Day, July 15, 1315.

 St. Swithun Roses

This is a rose hybridized by David Austin named in honor of St. Swithun.

Photo credit – David Austin Roses

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda

 

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY – A BEAUTIFUL MOON AT WHITNEY LAKE

 

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY – A BEAUTIFUL MOON GREETED ME AT SUNRISE MONDAY MORNING

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Until next time – Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

 

Rosalinda Morgan

Author & Garden Writer

 

 

 

Are you prepared for Hurricane Matthew?

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We have a day left before Hurricane Matthew hit town. There is a bit of anxiety there because I have never been in a hurricane condition before. Blizzard? Plenty of time. I lived in New York for 40 years before we moved to Charleston in 2011.

When I first heard about the Hurricane Matthew, I was amused because both my husband and my son are named Matthew. My father is Mateo which is the Spanish word for Matthew. Being a namesake of those dearest to me, I hope and pray Hurricane Matthew will move east of us and spare us.

We have been doing preparation since Tuesday. We finally finished boarding the windows yesterday except those on the third floor. It’s much too high and we figured projectiles will not reach them. Keeping my fingers crossed.

We took my Amalfi porch bench inside the house. Plants were taken in the back patio which is a protected area except for a Jasmine plant which has grown so tall and keep on tumbling so I took it inside. A lizard must be hiding in one of the leaves because I saw it crawling into the powder room last night so I picked it up with a napkin and threw it outside the front door.

We would have evacuated except for the fact that my husband is on home dialysis and that means loading boxes of dialysis supplies in the car and we don’t even know how long we’ll be away so we opted to stay put.

We have food and water. Canned goods and charcoal in case we have to use the grill. Both our cars have full tank of gas.

I’m sure we’ll have power outages. We have flashlights and cellphones are constantly charging. Worst scenario, we’ll plug them in the car. And talking of outages, we can do manual dialysis instead of using the machine. It’s really my biggest worry – my husband’s dialysis. I was also advised to put him on emergency renal diet meaning less food and fuel intake because without his full dialysis treatment, his body cannot function properly. Still the diet has protein in the form of peanut butter but less portion of meat.

So we brace ourselves. BAHALA NA!!!

Bahala Na means leave it to God in Filipino. Ironically, it is the title of one of my books.

 

Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.

Rosalinda, The Rose Lady

Author and Garden Writer

www.rosalindarmorgan.com