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Top & Best , Happy New Month Messages – August 1 2017
The sayings of the month classified by day:
On 1 st August
Who marries the 1 st August, the rope he began his neck.
Keep you from as warm as August muddy.
If it rains at Saint Pierre-ès-Liens, the hazelnuts will not be worth anything.
When it rains in the 1 st August, hazelnuts are pitted lice.
If it rains at Saint Pierre-ès-Liens, the hazelnuts will come well.
May heat, August mud, make neither great corn, nor great must.
When it rains in August, it rains honey and must.
The August mists carry away the chestnuts.
Who sleeps in August, sleeps at its cost.
What August will not have cooked, September will roast it.
When it rains in August, it rains with honey and wine.
August 2:
At Saint Stephen, everyone finds his own.
At St. Eusebius, at the latest, beat the wreath.
August 3:
The first three days of August, such as the autumn.
The cabbage must be picked, one of the first three days of August.
August 4:
August gives taste.
For their feast often, the seven dormants right back time.
August 5:
August drought, will bring wealth.
At Saint Abel, make your jams of mirabelles.
August 6:
Rainy August, wine cellar.
In August the wind is mad.
August 7:
The month of August is always warm, when the first of the year is beautiful.
Who beats his wheat in August, beats to his liking.
August 8:
At St. Dominic, do not pity you if the sun stings.
August 9:
What August does not mature, it is not September that will.
August rainy month, makes the vinous vineyard.
St Mathias breaks the ice, but if he does not find it, he must do it.
August 10:
If it rains for Saint Laurent, the rain is well in time.
Saint Laurent shares the summer by the middle.
Saint Laurent arranges black corn.
For the Saint Lawrence, every fruit is good for the teeth.
From Saint Laurent to Notre-Dame, the rain does not affect the soul.
Who sows for Saint Lawrence, loses there the seed and then the time.
August 11:
If, on the day of St. Clare, the day is warm and clear,
Count on the knife-fruits, for sure they will be beautiful.
To the holy Suzanne, well-come calf that head.
To St. Clare, if it lights and thunders, it is the announcement of a beautiful autumn.
August 12:
Whoever in August will fall asleep, in January will repent.
August 13:
The time of the 13th of August lasts four days.
If it rains on the day of St. Radegund, misery falls upon the world.
If it rains on the day of Saint Radegund, misery abounds in the world.
At the holy Radegonde when water abounds, misery is in the world.
August 14:
At Saint Eusebius, chicken breeding is weak.
At St. Eusebius, dry weather swells the sheaf.
Weather too good in August, announces winter in wrath.
August 15:
On the 15th of August the cuckoo loses its song, it is the quail that takes it back.
If it rains for the Assumption, everything is in perdition.
Rain of the Assumption, eight days of monsoon.
If it rains at Notre-Dame itself, everyone still loves it.
As August 15 big clouds in the air, it’s snow for the winter.
The virgin of the 15th of August, arranges and defeats all.
From the sun to the Assumption, a lot of wine and good wine.
In mid-August, the winter begins.
Dry weather in August, and big blue clouds, snow for winter.
Thunder in August, abundance of grapes and good mash.
Anyone who marries in August, Water nothing at all.
When mid-August is good, plenty at home.
August 16:
Saint Roch the great heat, prepares wine color.
After Saint Roch, sharpen your plowshares.
August 17:
At Saint Hyacinthe, we can sow without fear.
August 18:
At Saint Helena, the walnut is full and the kernel is put into the water.
August 19:
When August is rainy, September is radiant.
August dried up the font, or carried away the bridges.
August 20:
When St. Bernard arrives, if you are not late,
Your wheat is no longer under the hangar, and the reaper has his share.
August 21:
I am the month of August where no leisure can be taken or stayed,
But to mow fade for pleasure, to put in barn, to beat and to winnow.
On the 22nd of August:
White beads of the saint Symphorien, announce that winter is on the way.
August 23:
To the Holy Rose, for the worker no break.
The night of August, deceives the wise and the mad.
August 24th:
If it rains at Saint Bartholomew, every one is ignorant of it.
At St. Bartholomew the nut leaves its nest.
To St. Bartholomew, pay your due.
At St. Bartholomew the frog leaves its nest.
At St. Bartholomew the perch in walnut, the trident in the manure.
August 25:
Good weather for Saint Louis, several days without rain.
At Saint Louis the hay not returned, is half spoiled.
August 26:
To the last Césaire, the last strong heat in the air.
August 27:
Red sun in August is rain everywhere.
August 28:
It is as if it were raining wine, fine rain to St. Augustine.
At St. Augustine, the sun toasted thyme and thyme.
August 29:
Rain to the holy Sabine, is a divine grace.
When the swallows see Saint Michael, winter comes only at Christmas.
August 30:
To the holy Fiacre burning sun, for another eight days of fine weather.
Rain in August, do not need it at all.
August 31:
In August and in the harvest, there are no festivals or Sundays.
August ripens September vintage, in these two months everything well adjusts.
Weather too good in August, announces a winter in
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