February is a short month. Some think not short enough. I did catch the humor in something I saw posted on FB today:
"February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March."
Dr. J. R. Stockton
It made me curious about the author, and so I googled the name and turned up nothing. Anybody know? I guess I wanted to know more about who would write such a negative truism while hoping the sentiment wouldn't really be true for me.
I have never liked waiting for things to happen. And I don't like the concept of merely filling time. February will be short enough. I can see to the end of it already by what I have penciled in on my calendar. As usual there won't be enough days in the weeks.
But I need some real inspiration to balance out the second half of winter and to embrace the negative elements of a too long season.
Luckily I found a bit of it. . . .
". . . Under the hard and bitter rind of winter, there is much loveliness. The white mystery of snow is a splendid thing, all the landscape is muted to deep silver laced with blue shadows. The meadow is a sea of pearl with scattered dark masts of briar riding the foam. The apple orchards pattern the sky with dry-point precision. The cool clean smell of snow is in the air, a special fragrance known only to winter country.
The sounds are fine too. . . The laughter of children making snowmen, . . . The crackle of applewood in the fireplace. The feathery sound of snow shifting from the pine branches in the woods.
Yes, there is much to be said for winter. If one looks directly for its beauty."
Gladys Tabor, The Book of Stillmeadow
So my task for the new month?
Searching for beauty.
And possibly some children actually playing. Outside.
I may have my work cut out for me...
(I hope that's not being too negative!! Ah, me...)
Welcome to February!