The Longest Month

It’s finally over!

Throughout my decades spent in northern climes, I always considered February the longest month, despite it having the fewest days. This phenomenon contributed to my decision to retire in the South, so I was surprised to find that I still find the month insufferable.

Winters here in North Carolina are nowhere near as harsh as those I experienced in Nebraska, North Idaho, Utah, and even Northern Arizona. Yet, the chilly days and cold nights of the Appalachian Mountains from December through February largely keep me inside the house. It’s not the short days, icy wind, or increased arthritic pain that gets to me the most. It’s cabin fever.

Early in the winter, and even into late January, I welcome this quiet period as an opportunity to tend to postponed indoor tasks, do some cooking, catch up on reading, and focus on my writing. But by mid-February, I’ve had enough down time and I’m ready for spring.

This year, my winter catch-up activities seem overwhelmed by the constant background of chaos and politics that rob me of serenity. I need to get outside, and the emerging daffodils beckon.

This morning, the sun shines and buds are swelling. I’m headed outdoors for a brisk walk, then I’ll stroll through the garden and plan where to put in the peas, squash, and carrots. Next week, I’ll start the tomato and pepper seeds in the south window.

It’s time to do what I can do, and stop stewing about the things I can’t change.

What do YOU think about February?

#February #longest #waitingforspring

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