As February comes to a close, the psychology of winter starts to wane too. This new month, merely by way of its name, demands what we've been too sad and lazy to do for the past many weeks. Like our mothers forcing us upstairs to clean our rooms, it says "March! Hop to it!" A directive that shakes us loose, though not entirely: that won't happen until April when trees begin to don a bit of green.
So, for now, I'll fill the house with the earliest tulips and watch, wide-eyed, as daylight stretches beyond 5:30pm, the planet tilting its shoulders toward the sun.