Poor February.
We turn our backs on you and never miss you when you're gone.
With March and Spring and extended daylight hours on the horizon, how can we look back?
This morning we were tired.
Wringing the very last minutes of fun and adventure out of February, we didn't get into bed until almost midnight. And then it was morning.
And seminary, work and school.
But look!
It was glorious.
Even waiting for the school bus was a pleasure.
Look at that coat;
unzipped and daring the sun to get warmer.
Harbingers of Spring.
1 comment:
I need March more than ever before. How many Februaries will I have to endure with toddlers? (Don't answer that.)
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