Dear February Faithful One: You get such a bum rap, being referred to as the drab month. But in your brevity there is always surprise. There is a chance the sun may shine through the gray sky. There is the unpredictability of showers that may dampen a smile but be cause for celebration as we break out the umbrellas and rain skimmers. A few warm days tease the unborn flowers, tempting them to poke through the moist earth prematurely. February One, you try our patience as we await the lions and lambs of March.
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