Thursday, February 28, 2013
The End of February
The last day of February feels like an end time and a beginning. It's not quite spring though the male pheasants run about the yard in pursuit of love, chasing reluctant females. The days are growing longer, sharing more light, offering hope of an end to winter. But that won't happen for weeks yet and there will be snow and sleet and slush to come.
Still the end of February feels like a change is coming. My spirit lifts and I sense spring bubbling deep within me, somewhere...not too far away.