March 1

I've figured out that March is my February. Everyone always complains about February - how it's depressing and feels like never ending winter. I like February because it has Valentine's Day and my birthday, and really, what's not to like about 2 gift opportunities in one week? But March, that is a different matter. In my mind, March should be the beginning of spring. By March, I should be shedding my sweaters and multiple layers and furry boots and wearing loose, brightly colored clothes. By March, my toes should be seeing the sun and I should be able to work in the garden and get sweaty. But March, alas, is usually a continuation of winter - cold, rain, wind. I don't like March.