I'm reading this wonderful novel by Karin Fossum who's responsible for the Inspector Sejer mysteries. I recommend her works to all. Thought you'd enjoy her character's description of the months of the year:
" ... I love all the months, each has its own tone, its own hue. Imagine this wheel. January, for example, bright blue and white and a trumpet with clear, sharp notes. February, almost identical, with the sun a little more yellow and I hear a cornet. March, grey and white, I hear a viola, there lies a faint hope in its deep note. April, yellow and white. Violins, ' I say, 'with a hint of trapped despair. May, yellow and green. People dancing around a maypole. June, airy and sky blue, accordion. A big flaming bonfire, sparks flying off out into the night. July is a deep yellow, the colour of sand, the sound of the radio. August, the summer is fading, I hear a faint guitar. Then comes your month, September. It is the colour of earth and now I hear a cello. October, 'I continue, ' rusty red with a strong beat. Someone is playing an oboe. November, as I mentioned just now, bare. In November I hear kettledrums and a moaning trombone. Then we finally reach December, with candles and tinsel. And so the years pass, in an ever-recurring circle."
PS - I finished Broken and have been Jonesing for more Fossum. Nothing else will seem to do. Sadly for me, I've already read everything she's done. I guess I'll have to wait until The Water's Edge is released August 25. I can't wait!