Thursday, February 05, 2026

A celebration of St. Brigid and a big welcome to February!

 


February is such a fun month. Even though it is a short month there are so many traditions steeped in folklore. When we think of February, we think of the color red. At least I do. Red for hearts and Valentines and everything associated with February. The actual birthstone for February is amethyst, which is purple!

Folklore dots the landscape for this month, and of course, I am always tuned in to that. I love learning more about the ancients and folklore even if we all just go about our lives. For the next few moments, let’s just take a folkloric trip. Maybe we will learn some fun facts or just some fun traditions to make our lives more joyful. I know I will be learning some new things here also!

Let’s head to Ireland to talk about the old Celtic tradition of Brigid’s Night which also divides the winter in half, the other half marches towards spring. Brigid was so much engrained into the Irish that the Catholic Church made her the patron saint of Ireland. Her job is to reign over mothers and cattle and poets. Yes, you read that right. She is the patron saint of poets. Thousands of years ago the Romans took to the streets on St. Brigid night carrying candles and torches to frighten away the evil spirits. In the year 600 A.D. a festival, known as Candlemas, evolved to carry on the tradition. Some traditions still linger in Ireland from those days. One of which I carry out myself, and that is to place a cloth outside on January 31. This cloth is to be a cherished piece of clothing…from a child or something special that you wear. For me, I put out my favorite shawl. I tied it around my evening bench. Okay, I know this is just for fun, but why not? Nothing changed for me that night, or did it?

Yesterday was Groundhog Day. I always love this day and try to watch the movie every year! Years ago…many years ago…it was the badger, not the groundhog. Folks watched for the badger to emerge from the den of roots and tubers underground. Would the badger come out or not? Of course, we know the answer to that! If the badger saw his (or her) shadow, winter would linger on! When the German immigrants settled here, they brought that tradition with them. It then became the groundhog. We all watch closely…will he…won’t he? I am laughing because no matter what happens with the lovely groundhog winter is just half over.

Yes, Groundhog Day is the cross-quarter day meaning the halfway point between winter and spring. Wait! We are halfway there already? I mean, I had a lot of projects planned for this winter, and yet they are still waiting for me. Of course, all my own activities keep me going so there never is lots of time for those projects. Why do I even think I could get them done in the winter months? Hopefully, you have had better luck by reading more books or cleaning closets!

If I am not cleaning closets, then what am I doing? I guess the usual…teaching classes, directing theatre, and my favorite February hobby? I love the seed catalogues. Nothing says February better than the seed catalogues. Hopefully you are as excited about your gardens as I am. No, I am not wishing winter to be over, but I am having a great time planning the gardens as I drool over photos of cottage gardens. I save these photos, especially the ones for cottage gardens.

So, my friends, I love sharing folklore and traditions with you. It is okay if you did not put out a scarf for St. Brigid’s Night (maybe next year), and it is okay if you aren’t cleaning closets or even planning your garden. But what is important during this beginning of February is that you spend some time outside. The sunsets are amazing during the winter months. Pokagon offers trails for hiking and skiing. The air is so much cleaner and crisper in the winter months. And no matter what the lovely Punxsutawney Phil has to say, there will be six more weeks of winter whether we like it or not!

 Next week we will be talking about starting seeds and bringing in the pussy willows. Stay tuned! And now a word from Thomas Chatterton.

“Come, February, lend thy darkest sky,

There teach the winter’s muse with clouds to soar…”

 

 


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