I did have a lovely day on Monday and I am going away on Thursday, but the reason I’m taking a break from the blog this week is because I am fed up with February, and I don’t want to go on and on about it here and bore you stupid.
But I have got to the middle of the month before I’ve been beaten by its grey, grey, gloom. One of my sisters – attempting to cheer me up, no doubt – asked me last week what flowers were out in my garden, and I said NONE. Now - at least - at last - the snowdrops are out.
2 comments:
I didn't use to like February, but I realized that (where we live) by the end of January I didn't have to put the headlamps of the car on when I collected husband from work (this before his retriement in 1998). That was the first thing which cheered me. Not that I had to put them on to drive us home, that didn't matter. It was the first indication that spring was coming and, in Devon, it wasn't unusual to find primroses in the garden in January, either.
The next thing which stopped me hating February was that a Scottish friend once said that she used to save up little treats for herself which she would buy during the year to 'get her through' the dreich days of winter; a new CD, a new paperback book, a bar of luxury chocolate, some scented bath oil, that sort of thing, which she would keep in a basket for the purpose and just take something out on a dark winter's day and enjoy it. So I recommend doing the same. Even change some of your ornaments around in winter, put your pale things away and bring out copper/treen/rich colours, embrace the dark days and then the lighter ones will be with you sooner than you think.
Margaret P
Thanks for the helpful advice, Margaret. Though I always surround myself with colour anyway.
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