Hello, February!
Yikes! January made a rapid retreat from her place in time and space last night. She had come in through the front door a month ago with such curiosity and innocence but her shell of a self was shaken to the core by the unfolding events that made up her tenure here. She was wrecked by frightened children, by anguished parents, by blood on the street, and by so called leaders who are motivated by greed and cruelty. She had not been prepared for all that. As she waited for the clock to strike midnight all she wanted to do was sleep for a century. January flew out the back door the minute she saw February peeking through the windows. “Good luck!” she hollered.
February, however, was excited to be here. He was well aware of the horrors that January had lived through. But he had an ace up his sleeve. Or, more accurately, he had a heart up his sleeve. February’s claim to fame, of course, was St. Valentine’s Day. He knew the power of love. He knew that love would always prevail and this year, more than ever, he wanted to scatter love’s magic to all. He wanted to shower the world with love’s power every day in his month. He was determined to change the direction of an already broken hearted 2026.
I send my faith and my hope out into the universe. They will find February’s love and they will unite to bring compassion, generosity, tolerance, and decency into the world. Can you send your faith and hope to join us? If we all stand up to the inhumanity and barbarism of January, we can change the world.




Beautifully stated, Gracie. I share your sentiment very much.
Thanks for the daffodils! They're my favorite. January also lasted about 97 days.