Candlemas in Glen Tanar brought fresh snow: in the valley, only a couple of inches, so no problem walking: further up the Glen, it gets deeper, so a bit of a trudge, unless you're on skis. And cold, even between snow showers: the sort of day where, if you're out, you dont want to lose sight of your rucsac.I'm writing this as snow falls outside my window: flakes close enough to touch, but visibility down to 25metres, and the heavy snow filled sky resting on the tree tops.
The link above gives an indication of the many associations people have made to 'Candlemas'. One of the first I came across here on Deeside was the rhyme:
'Candlemas Day, gin ye be fair, The half o' winter's to come and mair; Candlemas Day, gin ye be foul, The half o' winter's gane at Yule.'
This, and more like it, can be got from 'The Silver Bough', by F. Marian McNeill.
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