How is it that the shortest month of the year feel like the longest. When I think of January I think of snow and playing outside and a new year. When I think of March I think of spring and planting seeds and the beginnings of warm weather. Yet, when I think of the 28 days that make up February I think of little more than cold, boredom, restless children and LONG days.
I guess the one good thing is we get two (or three) less of those long, dark, boring, restless days. ;D