If you chop wood,chips will fall.
Well February is gone. Don't let the door hit you in the behind as you leave, I wanted to shout.
I am surprisingly OK with saying goodbye. I have never been a big fan of February. No sun, no heat, and, and, and. There are many February “dislikers” out there. You may be one, you certainly know of one, or two or many. Yes I am a February “disliker” and I am finally able to admit it, and shout it to the rooftops, now that it has left the building, as they say.
Walking across the slippery ice, and then crunchy snow on my way to the tractor this morning is a sensual delight for my ears. The crunch of the snow, mixed with the soft sound of the scraping of fabric. You may remember as a child wearing corduroy jeans, oh yes now you get it. You heard that right, my coveralls are like those darn pants that made that sound on my trip to school as a child. That would be the sound of my thighs rubbing together as I walk. That would be February’s fault. As an example, for breakfast this morning before heading out here into the once again freezing cold, I grabbed a cookie, yes a cookie. Not a bad thing but every morning all through the month February was probably bad.
To climb into the tractor is getting more difficult, trying to get up the ladder and into that cab. I do believe that along with the extra padding (cookie weight), I may be shrinking too. That was February’s fault too. All that falling on my butt on that darn ice, for a whole month has no doubt compressed my spine.
The tractor starts right up. Why wouldn’t it? It is a balmy minus 12 degrees Celsius this morning. The sun is coming up but the frost on the mirror distorts its light. The radio blares, where the weatherman once again warns of a snowstorm. March is starting to sound like February.
We February “dislikers” had turned into a bunch of pretenders. We smile, when our friends, (you know the ones who jet off to those warm sunny climates) tell us of their plans. “Oh I am so happy for you.” February, with its lack of sun had those of us stuck here with nowhere to go, full of jealously. We hide this jealously, because to be honest anyone of us would jump on a plane in a minute, if the shoe were on the other foot. To jet off to a place of warmth and beauty, where they serve you food and drinks all the while surrounded by beauty, and where the sun welcomes you every day, without frost.
Well February you are gone. I honestly cannot believe they gave you an extra day. I should get off the complaining band wagon, or in this case, tractor, to go open the gate, get the hay, and then feed the cows. I have lots to do to keep me busy, because March has now made its way into my world, and yours.
You know when I think back; February was not all that bad. I played with my friends and family. I laughed and truly enjoyed most days. I honestly just like to hear myself complain, I suppose. I blame February for that.