Monday, February 25, 2019 – Short Month, Long

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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. We’ve been in the vortex for weeks, and it continues through this week. So tired – of the temps, of the snow, of the wanting to just stay home and not be enthused about going out at all. Napping is more fun when the outside is so cold. Tough winters here.

    1. It has been a brutal winter for many, hasn’t it? I still remember the photo you shared (last year, I think) of the massive amount of snow you had. One thing is for sure, spring will come. And not a moment to soon for those, like you, still in the midst of winter. Stay warm, Karen!

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