Last year the local sages were abuzz with predictions of a snowy winter, for the apple-trees, to which vegetable they attribute the gift of prophecy, were loaded down with much fruit, and “did bowwe their heades to Lord Winter.” I don’t know if there is any correlation, but I will say that it was a very snowy winter, and very cold. So they predicted correctly, whether from sagacity or chance I know no more than you do.
This year the apples fruited weakly, so I will myself bow to these modern Pythonesses, and interpret them, saying that this winter should be mild and snowless. And we shall see if there is any wisdom in this. So far, so true.