I think my appreciation of February has something to do with its hopefulness ~ a hope for the upcoming season of spring and its promise of new beginnings. It’s also the month that celebrates the priceless gifts of friendship and love (as well as my son’s birthday). In addition, February is the shortest month of the year with the unique distinction of containing only 28 days, except leap years. Being a "non-conforming original," is one more reason I like February.
Then there’s March, the last of the "cold & nasty" winter months. While it officially kicks off spring and wildflowers in bloom, it’s a fickle month with an unpleasant mixture of violence and calm ~ which can be really annoying. I mean, you're either spring or you're not.
When taking a Jeffrey Woods walk in February, you can almost hear the forest softly whispering “spring” as sap begins to flow within the trees. And for those who can quiet the urge to move, lots of other changes can also be observed.
Last February, I even watched a couple of turkey vultures perched atop tall, barren trees craning their necks to get a glimpse of me ~ as I craned my neck to get a glimpse of them.
I loved our non-verbal interchange, but their eerie presence made me feel like I had fallen into a very dark & dreary fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm.
Other noticeable changes as the earth begins to thaw include Jeffrey Woods’ regulars like raccoons, opossums, rabbits and squirrels who become a lot friskier as mating season approaches.
The cold also loses its grip on waterways like Alum Creek and even the air has a different, almost organic, fragrance that settles throughout the forest.
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