February, the shortest of all the months, seems long again. It’s dragging. I looked forward to a bit of hibernation when we returned from Mexico at the start of it, and winter finally decided to show up. I’m done with it now.
I see images on social media from the Northwest Flower and Garden show that was held in Seattle this past weekend. It was an annual tradition for us to attend when we lived in Washington. I miss early springs, and large and lovely rhododendrons.
This year, February brought with her snow and sub-zero temperatures. The sun makes things better, but I long for green. I watch herbs grow on my kitchen windowsill in my AeroGarden. It helps, but long to bury my hands in potting soil.
Meanwhile, I hunker down to write in my woman cave with the hum of the heater as my faithful companion. Or snuggle in my wing chair with a blanket and a book.
One last week, and then March. Spring inches ever closer. I think I will buy some tulips to sustain me, and to take photographs of, as I did with these in another February that lasted too long.