OK, I am just on my way out to the pub but, in the spirit of not succumbing to the February blues, I would like to ask you for your nominations for the three best things about February. Here are mine:
It is short. I know, I know, not in the spirit of the thing at all. I am supposed to be being positive and uplifting. I must try harder.
Snowdrops. I love snowdrops. I couldn't manage to be a galanthophile because there is too much time outside in the biting cold looking at flowers through a magnifiying glass for me. My knees get cold. But I do love them en masse and I love them clumping up steadily here with their white purity and faintest of scents.
Every night it is a little lighter. You can practically feel the lengthening day and sometimes you find you have gone outside to shut the chickens away on automatic pilot and you find that they are still wandering around because they have clocked the extra half hour of daylight which you somehow forgot about.