“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in bursts, reminding the landscape that it was still there, prodding snow piles to relax into puddles and stirring sleeping seeds under the ground.” 

― Erika Robuck, Call Me Zelda

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There were times in February that I wanted to just stick my head into something other than daily life to find something that moved me. Snow fell, the wind blew and the rain pelted us, many times all in the course of one hour. Even the dog got a bit bored. I read my way though the Bear Town series, watched Elvis, and fed my sourdough starter, although have yet to bake anything. February brought some normalcy back into life, gatherings with friends and family, eating out, and braving the store without a mask, which all felt pretty good. There were days spent with Percy, trips to the library, Valentine baking and lots of imaginary play. We said goodby to a dear friend, crying and laughing over lost memories, but coming out the other side with a deeper understanding of what is important in life.

Today I wake and it is March. I sit and watch the birds flirting at the feeder, and know beneath the sprinkle of snow and frost, the garden is coming to life. Deep within me I can feel the season start to shift, and with that shift comes enlightenment and anticipation.