February is a suitable month for dying.  Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so
that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and
cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long. ~
Anna Quindlen, One True Thing

ok, but really …

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.  ~Hal Borland

February is doing a number on us, but believing old Hal helps the mindset a little.  We’ve had enough winter, grey days, and the longest month of the year — February.  We need blue skies, vitamin D, a little warmth in the air.

We just finished a sick fest over here in the cottage.  Grace, then me and Dan simultaneously, then Max.  Thank goodness that is done.  The kids were awesome when Dan and I were sick, even though it was a little like we released them to the woods alone.  Grace offered to babysit Max all day; they had the sweetest demeanors and watched movie after movie with girl scout cookie treats and glee in their hearts.

Goodbye February, Goodbye.