Yesterday, I believe, is Groundhog Day.
He didn't see his shadow. I've set up mirror.
It's really silly, though.
But February! Yay! The last month before spring peeks in and tempts us in March.
The season to look out at the dead, messy, not-properly-cleared-out-for-the-winter garden and start thinking that this next spring, THIS NEXT SPRING, the garden will be magnificent - it will look like it does in your mind in February when you're planning it.
Am I planning it?
Of course I am! I'm going to attempt a cutting garden in the weed patch! I'm going to plant Turnips, because I know they'll grow!
I am going to pick one of those 'pre-planned, can't accidentally mix/match bad things' Better Homes and Gardens gardens. Maybe this year, we'll go with 'oriental spice mix' or 'strawberries and pumpkins forever' I don't know.
I'm going to be sooo much better this year!
I'm going to take that week of spring break, and prepare the gardens!
See? See why February is so amazing! It's the month of dreaming.
Oh, you thought it was the month of love.
Well, if you must. But I have to say, I'm kinda over Feb. 14. I did, however, in a nod to love, Red Roses and the traditional colors of red, pink and white that seem to permeate the first half of February, purchase flowers of red, pink, and white for the house.
I still believe in flowers. I love flowers.
I want to live in an English Cottage with an English Cottage Garden, but I digress.
I associate February, for some bizarre reason, with brilliant blue and frost white, with a sharp red. All cold and frosty and bright.
This is the point where I should put a picture in my post. People like pictures.
|I call it: Sunday Morning Mug O' Coffee on Journal|
I'm hoping to be better with my writing this month. I was beating myself up until I realized I had created a plan in my head, and had been inadvertently following it. I dedicated the entire month of January (Okay, Okay, OKAAAAYYY one of my bestest best friends and I dedicated the entire month of January to clearing out my house and cleaning it...) and I've mostly done that. I've got electronics in the basement, my daughter's room to hit today with a tornado (a slow tornado, I've got a cold and am sneezy) and only have the boys room and garage (Ha, ONLY!).
I'm really motivated for the boys' room, because we'll be getting new beds, a canvas for Ashton (to test my - he acts like an artist, therefore he is an artist - theory) to paint whatever color he wants on it, and some cheapie desks whose destruction won't offend me.
I can't wait til the summer, we're going to paint the bedrooms! FUN! (wait...)
See, I digressed again.. the point is, I've done that. Diligently. In my head, February was the month where I'd have time to write and work on my February quilt, which I call 'inspirations of Lavender' (I just made that up) and lo and behold, I do! I DO have time! Because I'm not cleaning all the time! Weeee... so February, you can judge my writing by my blogging. When I write I blog. If I'm not blogging, and you know me, remind me.
Now, I just need to find a way to slip out to coffee shops EVERY DAY... ha ha ahh..
And yes, I've started the Artists Way, because I always write when I do it. And, also, for my friend who's like, hey, um COUGH COUGH AHEM RUNNING... yes, yes it's time to pretend it's warm enough to run.... aaaaaannnnndddd can you tell I have spring fever? The boys and I planned a February hike. And the biking, oh, the bike rides!
The thing is, February is a short month. Spring, for all intents and purposes, is tomorrow.
Buh-bye winter. Buh-bye cold. I heartily dismiss you.
**Note: When I dismiss winter, I tend to dress in spring clothes, so if it's just snowed six-10 inches, but I'm wearing canvas sneakers, some khakis and a light spring-y sweater, it's my way of pretending winter's not here. And while I'll pretend I"m not cold, I assure you, I'll be freezing.