It’s February–the shortest month of the year, though it always seems to feel like the longest. I was thinking today about why that is, while I slogged through the slush on a walk with my dog, hoping the deceptively lovely sunshine would keep us warm while the wind whipped around us at about 20MPH, out in the country, with very little in the way of windbreaks.
I know it’s much worse in some places, but winter in Iowa always feels long. And February is the part of winter that just kinds of needs to be endured until it starts to warm up again. We’ve made it through the major holidays, and there really isn’t much to look forward to until spring (clearly I’m not a Valentine’s Day enthusiast). At this time of year, I long for warmth, and plants, and running without wearing multiple layers. I want to grill food, and get my hands in the dirt, and go on long walks with my dog without worrying about whether it’s too cold for her. And boy, do I just want to sit in the shade and enjoy a gentle breeze while smelling the life that spring and summer bring.
I don’t really have anything profound to say about it. I just wanted to throw this out there for others who are also somewhat in survival mode. It’s February now but, no matter how long it feels, it won’t be February forever. And to counteract the February funk, and give myself something to look forward to, I’m going to start some seeds inside soon. I invite you to find something to look forward to, as well.
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