Thursday, February 11, 2010
There's something cruel about the month of February. It's the shortest month of the year, but it always seems to drag by. March brings spring and warmth and sun and the long awaited Spring Forward time change. But we have to wade through the sloughs of February to get there. I always end January hopeful that *this year* will be different. Meh. Time slows down. Every day drags by. A week is a lifetime. I haven't been to the gym in a week, and I have no motivation to go today, even though I had the time this morning. The cold has gotten into my bones and I can't seem to shake it. I long for the warm wind out of the south to melt the frost and green up my yard. I'm looking forward to our garden this year. I want to get started now! But it's still too early. The animal instinct in me says it's time to be hibernating. Toddles is restless to be outside too. There have been a few warmer days when we put on coats and frolicked out of doors. They tease us with what's still to come. I know in August I will be begging for a close to the seemingly endless, oppressive summer, which starts too soon and ends too late here. It drives us indoors as well. I crave the milder months of March, April, October and November. By May it's baking hot, and by December the winter has come to stay.