The days have flown by. Rather than having the snow much of the country had, we had mostly wind--sometimes cold and sometimes unseasonably warm.
I like what George Ellis called the months of the year.
January was Snowy--and it was for a lot of our northern and western neighbors. Blowy--as our January was--shouldn't actually be here until March.
I guess Texas weather has to be contrary as usual. Here's what Ellis named the months in case you don't remember:
"The twelve months...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy."
The waning month began with lofty aspirations and inspiration.
Henry Ward Beecher said: "Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first day of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past."
We celebrated the passing of the old year and vowed to leap ahead into the new. I don't know about you, but I stumbled into the New Year rather leaping.
If you, like me, found January to be a difficult month, you may identify with what the Lakota Sioux called it: The Hardship Moon.
Wishing you a February even better than January!