|by Ilona Wellman|
I mean, I NEVER complain about the weather do I? Much. Today, as it happens, There Is No Sleet. There is, instead, brilliant sunshine. (I must try writing letters to God more often.)
Is it something about Americans, this hate of a perfectly good month?
"The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February, " said Joseph Wood Krutch. Joseph Wood Krutch? You couldn't make up a name like Joseph Wood Krutch.
(Except, he claims Krutch is pronounced Krootch. Well, you would, wouldn't you?)
Nope, I don't intend to die in February. I don't plan on being pessimistic. (That's as long as there's no sleet.)
February is a suitable month for BURSTING FORTH.
The witch hazel tree in my garden tells me so.
The witch hazel tree may live to regret it.