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Monday, February 1, 2010


Finally. We see the last of January for another year. Why is January so long?

As I look out my window this morning it is gray, but a lovely light snow is falling. We could use a fresh cover on the blanket. Like a new duvet. Hello February. I like you more, you are short and you speak softly of spring. We in the dark, frozen land know it is a promise that will not be kept, not for awhile. But we believe it anyway. Soon, the warm breeze will touch our cheeks and bring the green. And lest I get too carried away, the mud. But I'll set that aside for now and listen to the wily February telling me soon, soon it will be spring.


  1. Sandra, your words are beautiful...I will sit patiently and wait for Spring. We are covered up in snow, the biggest snowfall since we have lived in Tenn. I am hoping the sun will melt it all away, but I think it will take awhile.
    Have a great day!

  2. I always felt, in spite of February being the shortest month of the year, it seemed to go on forever.

    Love the picture. I think I wouldn't mind snow for a day, if there were trees and thngs for it to fall on.

  3. Judy, It's a very odd winter. Lots of snow in snowless places.

    gsc, we are getting a fresh cover, but it's fluffy stuff. Doesn't help much with the ice we got last weekend. Feb. always whispers spring to me. And it lies! But I fall for it anyway.


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