Wheew. January is Done.

I have never been a big fan of the month of January. It is cold, dark and long (31 days). Christmas is over and all that is left is your empty pockets and the increased number on your scale. There is nothing to look forward to.

I feel differently about February. I like February. The month begins with Ground hog’s day. And even if the ground hog sees his shadow, spring is still only 6 weeks away. And then there is Valentine’s Day-- the official wearing of all things pink. It is a lace and pigment-filled harbinger that there is sunlight at the end of winter’s dismal tunnel. It is the first indicator that warmer days and warmer hearts are on the horizon.

And once President’s week arrives all the stores are stocked with pops of color—cerulean blue, tangerine, turquoise and butter-yellow. Black and brown see an early retirement. Boots are replaced with flats. Fur bows to quilted jackets.

And tree buds are not far behind—even if it snows.

And this year, like last, I am not stuck in the drudgery of tax season. My husband is pleasant to be around. We can have dinner together on Friday nights. Clients do not interrupt us.

February is good. February brings hope. And March will be even better.