St Luke's day was traditionally a day when girls could foresee who they might marry. They should put a mixture of spices, honey and vinegar on their faces before going to bed and say the rhyme 'St Luke, St Luke, be kind to me, In dreams let me my true love see'. I've also read that this day was also known as Dog Whipping Day when all the stray dogs were whipped out of the town. Not quite as pleasant an idea!
|Trees changing colour in the park|
I thought of the old saint this morning when realising just how warm the weather has been the last couple of days. This last flourish of warm calm weather was often called St Luke's little summer, the calm spell before the autumn frosts and winds start to blow. Last night we left the back door open until later in the evening and listened to a robin singing in the dark. He sang so sweetly to no one in particular but I like to think he sang for me.
|As it was dark I couldn't get a picture, so here is our robin singing earlier in the year|