March and April have been so bad this year, it looked like those months themselves were caught by Covid. Raindrops kept falling on our heads but the other heavy rainfalls and hailstorms did not bring enough water into the ground so that we still have to face the already three years shortage of groundwater level.
Often people want to see the neighbours green grass, thinking it is much greener. Though we know better, it sometimes gives comfort to look at some other weather reports, showing us that we are not alone sitting in a deep pit.
- April 2021 = driest in Leicestershire since 1938.
- Normally 50mm of rain during month of April > 2.5mm
- Mountsorrel > 2.2mm = 4% of average
- Hinckley > 3.6mm = 7% of average
- 26 days of the month totally dry for them whilst here we had several days we saw some raindrops, but not really raining. Just to get wet
- a few isolated snow showers on 3 days + showers on the 28th making up the small totals. I
- exceptionally sunny month > 209 hours recorded at Cosby = 39% above normal. =>2° sunniest April ever recorded in the county
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April 2021 was the driest in Leicestershire since 1938. Normally we would expect 50mm of rain during the month but this April Dave in Cosby recorded just 2.5mm the driest for 83 years way back to 1938 in his long standing weather records going back to 1836, most of which were recorded at the Towers hospital site in Leicester before he started his own records in Cosby in 1959. At Mountsorrel I recorded just 2.2mm just 4% of average and Dean Whitaker at Hinckley recorded just 3.6mm just 7% of average. 26 days of the month were totally dry with just a few isolated snow showers on 3 days and showers on the 28th making up the small totals. It was also an exceptionally sunny month with 209 hours recorded at Cosby which was 39% above normal. The sunniest day was the 22nd when Dave recorded 14 hours the maximum possible…
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April was vile,
April betrayed me,
April was cruel,
and I’d tell you the tale
of that time when
I held my pride
chose cunning enemies
over wise friends
And the trick of the prick
stuck with me
painted me white and pale
painted my hands red.
Now who’s the saint?
And who’s full of follies?
And though horizons are bright
Hearty shades of blue appear
Deceiving me before they loom.
Above me crowns glisten, light
but as the wise say
not all things that gleam are gold
And I have been told
To leave the fool with himself
But I sat there and stayed.
Now there are no days I regret not
The days I could have lived with peace
But downtrodden spirits fought back
And that day I laughed and got drunk
Merry with the fool, blind to his stunt.
Wishing I had enough erudition to flee.
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Maart en April als tweelingzusjes dachten eerst een drieling broertje er bij te krijgen. Maar verwonderlijk na al die koude dagen, met regen wind en hagel kwam nu vrijdag een zonnestraal opdagen.
Ja, we weten het van april (en maart) dat hij minstens zo dwars is als een onwillig tiener.
Ze leren het nooit, klunzen jaar in jaar uit met twijfel: wat zal ik nou eens doen, laten regenen of sneeuwen of hagelen en welke maat hagelstenen? Of toch maar zon?
Soms weten ze niet wat te kiezen en doen alles, dan krijg je die grillige dagen en als het mogelijk was zouden ze er een poolwind en tropische natte moesson tussen stoppen. Trouwens, wie zegt dat het nooit zal gebeuren? Het klimaat sleutelt zelf doorlopend aan zijn hoedanigheid en blijft geen eeuw stabiel.
Enfin, we hadden het over april (en maart ).
Het is ook mogelijk dat april niet zozeer een klungel is, hij zou ook eigenwijs kunnen zijn.
Beetje simpel wellicht.
Vandaag bijvoorbeeld kon hij niet eens zijn water ophouden en dat op zijn leeftijd, tistogwat.
Deze maanden zijn…
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Poems by Israela
Only time can pry
you open, rain in April,
pale legs, the audacity
to be yellow
in March. Each
year, new bulbs
rise through blades
of grass. In May,
we will wilt—
what makes spring
is the moment
and dying, which
that the Earth
on its axis
that one kiss
be our last. It always comes,
I always come,
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Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
The little lesser hills which compass thee,
Thou standest, bright with April’s buoyancy,
Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall
Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call
Of Spring, thy trees flush with expectancy
And cast a cloud of crimson, silently,
Above thy snowy crevices where fall
Pale shrivelled oak leaves, while the snow beneath
Melts at their phantom touch. Another year
Is quick with import. Such each year has been.
Unmoved thou watchest all, and all bequeath
Some jewel to thy diadem of power,
Thou pledge of greater majesty unseen.
Lowell as a child (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odor and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew.
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.
– William Shakespeare
Cobbe portrait, claimed to be a portrait of William Shakespeare done while he was alive Lëtzebuergesch: Uelegporträt vum William Shakespeare am Alter vu 46 Joer, gemoolt 1610 zu Liefzäite vum Dichter, haut am Besëtz vum Konschtrestaurator Alec Cobbe. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Only the last few days the daffodils are willing to show their crown. March is gone but with April just around the corner it is not bad to enjoy those March pictures and look forward to what April may offer.
- nearby Trencrom hill > view of both coasts > Mount’s Bay = iconic St Michael’s Mount to the east + St Ives Bay > Godrevy lighthouse to the west + view north along the coast as far as Padstow on a clear day.
- Hayle beaches and the coastline to the north
- Porthleven > walk to the Wheal Prosper engine house
- A sunny day in Cornwall = all the stress melting away…
Preceding: Get the lenses out to getting closer again