Christmas is a fabulous time of year and has nothing at all to do with gift giving or that pesky religion thing. For me the warmth extends into February, it is still winter and my birthday hides out here.
With February’s glitter on new laid snow I tend to feel warm magical things. So, for me, it is kind of sad when February ends. I can sense spring clamoring on the horizon with its brash muddy noise. Disney bunnies are a chirping and soft fluffy budgies hop from flower to flower. Its a nightmare and no one notices the vanishing of the beautiful month…looking forward to leap year.