I think its just February that I really hate. I've always hated the month to be quite honest. When I was a kid, I wished that I was born in the summer time like my brother so that I could have a barbeque and some ice cream cake. Luckily, my parents did on occassion make the sacrifice of a barbeque in February for me! I remember joking with my mother as a child about switching birthdays. I could be happy in July and she could have February.
I haven't changed on that note one bit. I hate February more than any other month! Its cold and miserable and its not like the other cold months. First you have November, which isn't REALLY cold..its starting to get there, and you certainly aren't tired of it yet. Then, you get December, and within a blink of the eye, its gone! December succumbs to the holiday season. January is next, and by the time you recover from Christmas and ooh and ahh over the snow and the joy of snow days, January disappears too! Then it slams you! February grabs you by the back of your coat tails and all of a sudden, you're in for the long haul yearning for Spring to come!
Good springy signs are happening tho. My brother said over the weekend that you shouldn't uproot a garden for one full year from the time you move in. We've been here since August, by the time summer rolls around, I am going to continue "De Mary and Ken - ifying" the yard! I did, however, notice some little sprouts on the side of the house, perhaps some crocus? It would be just like Mary and Ken to do something so stupid as to drop a load of rocks into what could potentially be a really pretty little garden place!
Ahh well, onward we move..one more week, can it come quick enough?