"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
Don't forget to check the calendar(s) for session times. Sessions are held on different platforms, so be sure to find out where the session will take place:-
Count your lucky charms, you’re off to the Emerald Isle! This works out perfectly – you don’t need to learn a new language, you’re used to truly miserable weather, and this way your home country might even have an outside chance of winning Eurovision, which is novel. Have fun in your new homeland!