I like February.
Or Febry as the RTE newsreaders like to call it.
There is something grey and depressing about January. It drags on interminably and for some reason a lot of bills become due then. Even my car test was due at the beginning of the month but due to an insane backlog the first appointment I could get is mid-summer.
The only good thing about January is that the days are very noticeably longer, by an hour or so in the evening, weather permitting. Lights go on after five instead of at four.
February on the other hand seems a lot brighter, and not lust literally. It’s the month when spring really kicks into gear and Nature knows it. Birds are singing their heads off as they claim various parts of the domain [demesne?] for themselves. In particular the place seems to be a favourite for the Robins – I reckon we are about to host many families and that’s grand. I love their cheerful little song. I’m hoping for a few Blackbirds too so they can whistle their heads off at the tops of the trees.
I noticed the other day that the Daffodils are several inches above ground which is a few weeks early. The Snowdrops of course are in full flower but no sign yet of frogspawn – the frogs are due in the next couple of weeks.
February this year is a little bit of a milestone for me. I won’t say why because I don’t want to tempt fate. I’m not superstitious but….
Anyways, I think I might trot down for a coffee later.as a little celebration