You sneaky shivery thing. January takes just enough of the frozen flack from winter-naysayers to let you slide below-radar, then jumping out from behind a thick shadowy sky, you are tricky. You prozac pusher you, distilling joyful hearts into hopeless beating vapors. That chill you churn turns woodsy red-leaf recollections of Fall into mere echos in our brains. Feigning a tender heart, you tease midway through your month with a day of love. You goad then gawk, but we aim to thwart those attempts to bury the surety of Spring with your cold drizzle.
February, stand down. Have you seen our little leggy tomato plants indoors growing while you play your game? We're filling you up with dinner guests, fresh cut flowers, edible sprouts, haircuts and colors, not to mention planning sessions for Lucy's fifth birthday. We plan to usher in Miss March with more fanfare than you, February, could ever afford. 100 helium balloons? Tied to ten chairs? Under the oaks? You just try and stop us!!
Cicada Cottage and her contents