February is cold. February means it’s been cold and snowy for quite some time now. Yes, this is all new to me. But it’s here. And so am I. And you know what makes me super happy, seeing the chickens outside pecking around as if the ground is thawing even if it’s not quite yet. They have stayed in the barn for wayyyy too long. As I have been in the house for wayyyy too long. Yes, it gets a bit confusing when that happens. After being through the roughest, longest, wildest flu ish cold that I can remember, I am happy to find myself in a house full of healthy people once more. The sickness just seemed to be never ending as each person took their turn. There were days and days that just felt like one giant long day. Ahem, there may have even been weeks that felt like one giant long day. Today marks one month since the nasty bug came to our house. It got very confusing. And a bit suffocating. I just felt stuck on the top of this mountain with no where to go…even though I couldn’t go anywhere anyways because I was so sick. But now we are well. And I can go back outside to take pictures of chickens and old barn wood and fun stuff like that.
So here we are…February. February is a short month. February means that next month we will welcome back spring. And once it’s spring, it means that Mother Earth will begin to slowly begin to wake up from her deep deep slumber. We will see flowers and tree buds. The chickens are excited. The dog is excited. Even the goats know that soon soon there will be bright green luscious grass growing to munch munch munch on. (Yes, I said goats. There are three goats that live on the property.) But first…first there will be February…and there will be more snow…and more freezing…and more winter. And quite honestly, I like this wild and crazy winter. But just the thought and the dreaming of what life will be like once it is spring. That is indeed enough to carry me through this beautiful month of February with just a bit of dreaming and planning and more dreaming and more planning. I know that there will never be enough time in a day for all the dreams and plans I would like to think about.
So here we go February. Let’s dance.