"Always maintain a kind of summer, even in the middle of winter." - Henry David Thoreau
For me February in New England can be one of the coldest, longest, most brutal months of the year.
It can also be the light at the end of the tunnel, a passage way to spring Seasons are a lot like life. Sometimes it feels as if spring will never arrive but it does, it always does. To see the robins making their nests in the eaves of my garage always brings me a renewed sense of accomplishment ,"I survived". We all will even on the coldest days when summer seems so far away.
This entry is for you JDP, the bravest little man I know.
