I was having a conversation with a friend at work this morning. "I like all the seasons," she said, "and I'm trying not to complain that it's snowing again. But WE NEED A BREAK!"
"I like all the seasons, too," I said. "Except for February."
February is a season unto itself. We are tired of winter, tired of snow, tired of scraping ice off the car, tired of shoveling snow, tired of being cold, tired of dark evenings. March starts next week, and with March there is hope. Yes, of course it will snow in March, but we will have some of those days when it's 55 degrees and sunny, and we will know that spring is almost here.
And you know what? We had one of those days on Friday (In February!) I washed windows, and Larry and I washed the car, and we went for a really long walk, and visited my mom, and just had a delightful day. How lucky was that, to have the day off on such a day in February?
The year Daniel was in first grade (21 years ago!) the first week in March was extraordinary.
We walked to school in short sleeved shirts with no jackets the whole week. The next week it was back to 43 degrees and rain, but that was a week I'll never forget. The memory of it gives me hope every year!
Have you ever read "The Long Winter" by Laura Ingalls Wilder? Whenever I am feeling unusually sorry for myself, I get it out and read it. Yes, it's winter and it's cold, but we have everything we need and then some, and we can get to the store and to work, and to visit family. It's best to read it on a really hot day in July, otherwise you will start to shiver just from reading.
I've started knitting another pair of socks, this time for David. I have been doing a bit of sewing, but since it's for my mother-in-law's birthday and she reads my blog, it will have to remain a secret for now.
Take care, and feel free to show me some lovely sunny beach pictures, you gals from Hawaii and Australia!