Friday, February 01, 2013

February

"Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter.  She is young as a kitten, changeable as the wind, and into everything.  She can sulk, she can beam, she changes from one minute to the next.  February is a phase, a short phase at that, and she has to be lived with.     ...    It is sleet and snow and ice and cold, and now and then it is waxing sunshine and tantalizing thaw and promise.  February is soup and mittens, and it is a shirt-sleeve day that demands an overcoat before sundown.  It is forsythia buds opening in the house and skid chains clanking on the highway.  February is sunrise at 6:30 for the first time since November.   ...   February is a gardener pruning his grape vines today and shoveling a two-foot drift off the front walk tomorrow morning.  It is a farmer wondering this week if his hay will last the Winter, and next week wondering if he should start plowing."   Hal Borland - Sundial of the Seasons

6 comments:

julieQ said...

A promise of spring in her eyes, too, little February is!!

Sheila said...

That really sums up February doesn't it ,I am glad it is a short month as it can have some challenging weather :-)

Suz said...

nice quote!

Donna said...

I'll be happy to get through February!

julie king said...

what a wonderful way to describe february. i wish i had written it. lol did you take the photo in your header. it is just lovely. thanks for visiting my blog today. i'll be back soon.

Nancy said...

February personified! What fun -- and so accurate, too.