Little red boots

The February snow has gone from most places now. My small granddaughter met snow for the first time and didn't like it one bit. We thought she might do what Kit Wright's poem says of Mary Lou in the poem 'Red Boots On', who in her red boots goes 'kicking up the winter till the winter's gone'. But no, she did not!
But someone must have because it feels like winter has almost gone: yesterday I saw so many crocuses in bud in nearby gardens, it seemed as if they had just popped up overnight; the sun was out and the birds were madly competing for air space. It was wonderful.
I was delighted by Emgee's poem left as a comment on my second posting here. A joyful surprise, and I love surprises (of the good kind - but then, who doesn't?). And a very fine poem too. Thank you, Emgee

A plus to everything

And snowdrops are the big February Plus...

And the Finnish for February is helmikuu, which means 'month of the pearl'. It refers to frozen droplets of ice that melt and then refreeze, pearl to pearl.

February is an odd month

Usually I look forward to February: it has Candlemas, one of my favourite festivals because I love light; it has Valentine's day , the day I got married on; it's a short month; and the days get longer - hoorah! But maybe it's the recent cold weather; somehow February lacks appeal this year....

Do not pass go

It feels a bit like starting a race and not hearing the starting gun. So I'm still here at the beginning, haven't passed Go....
But I have got this far at least - Well done, red boots!