It is with utmost relief I bid farewell to January. Glad to be done with it. February will be a very good month, of that I am certain. Despite dealing with grief, my Wiccan witchy ways won't let me sink down into too deep of a burrow. And my mom would not be pleased. Her loss is still very new, just a week has gone by. The hands of the clock move very slowly. But come, pour a cup of tea and sit with me, can you?
February has always been one of my favorite months, starting way back in the long ago of elementary school. Ground Hog's Day (which I now know is actually the Wiccan sabbat, Imbolc!!); did the nutty little groundhog come out of his hidey-hole and see his shadow? 6 more weeks of winter? or, just six more weeks till Spring? Then along comes Mr Lincoln's birthday, our 16th president. Cutting out the silhouettes of his bearded profile and writing little history stories: "Abraham Lincoln was very honest and did his school work by candle light." And of course just a week or so later, we did the same for Mr Washington, the axe-yielding cherry tree killer of legend and "Father of our Country". (totally false, you know, about ole G.W. cutting down the cherry tree...but still my mom made cherry pie every February 22nd for years, lol!)
But the ultimate February event of course was Valentine's Day. Handcrafted "mailboxes", or crisp white bakery bags, covered in millions of red and pink hearts, lots of lacy doilies, cupcakes iced in pink frosting, tons of candy, the ubiquitous Hawaiian Punch! Ah, the good old days!!