These days I have to remind myself all too often that we are indeed at the end of February...that January is a thing of the past despite what the weather patterns would have me believe.
That long johns and wool sweaters, not to mention toques and cowls and mitts are still required gear EVERY.SINGLE.DAY...but that it is I who will have the last laugh because those kinds of days are numbered.
That the days of earth under fingernails are getting themselves ready for the party. And oh, what a party that will be.
Windows will be opened. Breezes (not blizzards) will blow. Rain will fall. The sun will be warm.
The glorious cycle that is a year will begin anew.
That my friends is whats keeping me going...albeit in a slow and cold kind of way.