"One month is past, another is begun,
Since merry bells rang out the dying year,
And buds of rarest green begin to peer,
As if impatient for a warmer sun;
And though the distant hills are bleak and dun,
The virgin snowdrop, like a lambent fire,
Pierces the cold earth with its green-streaked spire
And in dark woods, the wandering little one
May find a primrose."
February 1st. 1842 ~ Hartley Coleridge
Mockingbird
Eastern Grey Squirrel
Male House finch
Today I enjoyed the birds, baked pistachio muffins (shared with my neighbor
who shared his excellent seafood stew with us), and did some
much-needed paperwork. I feel as if I'm in hibernation . . . . . . it would
be so easy just to be lazy. February is never my favorite month.
Thank goodness for Valentine's Day in the middle. It does lift the spirit
somewhat with all those red hearts popping up, and makes me want
to write pretty cards . . . . . . and eat a little chocolate!
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