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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
And I’m cranky and irritable and ready for spring, and I’m still glad February only lasts twenty-eight days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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