Out of all of the months, February always seems like the longest. The days fly by but each day is dreary. In December, we are enchanted by the snow flurries. In January, we are excited for the big snows. But by February, little buds protruding from the dirty slush of old snow make us wish spring would just force its way in.
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Unfortunately for us this year, we didn't have any grand snows. The kind where there's nothing that can be done but taking a shovel to your drive way and drinking a cup of hot cocoa to assuage your raw fingers. It snowed a lot but typically just an inch which melted and was replaced by another inch the next day. On days it didn't snow, it was too cold to go outside for any length of time.
But I am positive this time that spring is finally coming. The claustrophobic blanket of snow and ice is dripping, giving way to the beautiful colors of spring and I can't be more excited.  |
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I hope everyone is as excited as I am. I have lots of things planned for this year and can't wait to get back outside. I find that the stagnation of the season always leads to stagnation of the mind. I always walk out into spring feeling rusty and sore from disuse but enthusiasm usually counteracts it.
