February is my least favorite month. Even when we’ve had a relatively easy winter, as we have this year, by February I’ve had enough — had enough cold, had enough darkness, had enough snow and freezing rain and miserable weather.
Years ago, I remember talking with housemates about which months were our favorites. Joel liked one of the summer months, I forget which one. I said I liked November best, because the mosquitoes are gone and as long as the snow held off it’s the best month for hiking. Sue said her favorite month was February.
“February?” said Joel and I incredulously. February was one of the worst months of the year, said Joel. The only good thing about February, I said, was that it only lasted twenty-eight days. But Sue said she liked February because by February you can really tell that the days are getting longer, and she also loved those clear blue days you sometimes get.
Joel and I realized that Sue’s birthday was in February — no wonder it was her favorite month. Then Sue pointed out that Joel’s favorite month happened to be the month in which he was born, and of course I was born in November. So we decided that our favorite months were our favorites simply because those were the months in which we were born.
Ever since Sue told us that this is her favorite month, at least I’ve been able to appreciate that by February you can really tell that the days are growing rapidly longer — and when we do get a clear day in February, I can look up and appreciate the deep blue of the sky.
And I’m cranky and irritable and ready for spring, and I’m still glad February only lasts twenty-eight days.
ahh, i love february. here in the philippines it is the month right before summer. you get some nice winds, mixture of moisture, and the harvest is in full swing. i’m also born in february, so i’m biased. happy last day of february!
Amen for blah to February. I’m sure lots of wonderful people were born in this month, but I still think it is yuck yuck yuck. And in Boston, it could be another three months before things are actually warm and sunny. Which makes it even slightly more unbearable. At least in Kentucky, by late March, you know there would be no chance of another blizzard or even snow. Not so in Boston. I have learned that winter clothes don’t get put away until June, no matter how promising things look. Sorry. Boston weather is a sore spot for me. But, at least things were melting a little today. So that is positive….
I agree with you on this one, Dan. I like February least of all. But in the interest of bucking the trend, March is my second least favored month. (Some things just can’t be redeemed by a birthday.) My favorite month? October. Of course, my wife’s birthday is in October… could be a connection there.
Here in Indiana, April is definitely the worst (and cruelest) month.
It’s miserable. You think you’re getting spring and nice weather, and all
it does is rain, making mud, mud, and more mud. The horses are balls of mud, their shoes get sucked
off in the mud, the dogs are grubby little mudruckers, cats too when they go out. Yuk.
Here, about a week of May is gorgeous. September is wonderful. And another week
of October is perfect. July (my birthday month) in this state is usually miserably hot and humid.
August the same.
I should move back east: July is great in New England!
Actually, I kinda like February. By February I realize I need to cherish the remaining days that
we can run our woodstove and curl up next to it with a good book…
Joseph — Talking about the lovely weather in the Phillippines is cruel.
Elizabeth — Boston weather is a sore spot for everyone.
UUJester — Come to think of it, I like March — but Carol’s birthday is in March…
Jean — Could be worse, you could be living in Indiana… oh, wait, sorry….
Abs — [sticking fingers in ears] lalalala lalala, I can’t heeeear you.