Wednesday, 1 February 2017

February thoughts . . .



So here we are already . . . entering February, the soul's month . . . the month of whispered hopes. The month in which we can turn our expectant faces towards the glad promises of the warmer months to come . . .


The beds and borders begin to be peppered with green tips . . . a few snowdrops bravely spring up their fairy bells amidst the teeth of a raw wet wind . . . and the buds on the Camellia bushes get larger, and greener.


These are all mere teases . . . days in which we must be content with hints and glimpses. Winter has not done with us yet, but the heart has caught a glimpse of the far-away sound on the wind and hope can no longer be denied. Spring will come . . . surely.



Something about the month of February stirs the heart with an absurd ebullient joy. Rain may fall sharp and cold from a wintry sky . . . the doors from the North, not yet closed or barred against the menace of snow . . . but the slipping of January from our calendars means that it is gone and things are beginning to change . . .



As ghostly snowdrops flutter in the grass, a blue light lingers on the edges of the lengthening days . . . days that are becoming now . . . noticeably and quite happily longer . . . and sharp as the wind may still be, it carries with it the voice of February's thrush . . . and we just know that yes, "it", we daren't speak the word out loud . . . "IT" is just around the corner. 

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This is the month of love and hearts and Valentines. The month where you get to celebrate the "loves" of your life and show them how much you appreciate them. I just adore Valentines Day, don't you?

Well, I just think I adore anything to do with love.  I am a romantic at heart.


A thought to carry with you through the rest of the day . . .

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˛* Start this day with a song. 
Cast your burdens to the wind. 
 Dance in the new day's sun. 
Rejoice, for this day is a new beginning. 
It asks of you only that it be embraced 
and lived joyfully. 
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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Rice Pudding for Two.  Nothing spells comfort like a warm rice pudding on a cold Winter's Day!


Have a wonderful first of February.  Will the groundhog see his shadow?   Probably.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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And I do too!



8 comments:

Suze said...

Good morning Marie. I hope you and Todd have a better day. I can understand your longing for spring.

God bless.

Marie Rayner said...

It won't be long Suzan. The bush outside our front door is loaded with pink buds waiting to burst open! xoxo

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Tomorrow is Groundhog day for us. If he sees his shadow there will be 6 more weeks of winter. But usually there is 5 more no matter...really not so long any way. Looking forward to Spring here too. Happy February, it is the month of LOVE.

La Table De Nana said...

I want February to be good to you..:)

Marie Rayner said...

I miss Groundhog day Pam! When I was a girl it was such an exciting time. All superstitious hocum of course, but I loved it anyways! February IS the month of LOVE for sure! xoxo

Thanks Monique! I hope that it is good to ALL of us! xoxo

Sybil said...

Sorry Marie, I missed yesterday, don't quite know where it went !!...I loved your First of February writing....I know now why I didn't get commenting yesterday, believe it or not I have had two phone calls and someone at the door since I started writing this...plus I am only back about 20 mins from my coffee morning stint....now I am away to read today's ....news.......I adore home made rice pud.especially if it has a nice brown top Mary dosnt like the top so I win !!! I'm away now xxxx

LeAnn said...

Marie, your writings are like poetry. I really loved this one and it does sound like the loving month of February. I am tired of the cold and do love sweet small signs of spring. Love and hugs!

Marie Rayner said...

Thanks LeAnn and Sybil! I love you girls! xoxo