THE 'F' WORD AND I DON'T MEAN FLOWERS

Funky, frivilous, forbidding, frigid, foul, fabulous, fickle....February.  Just a few of the 'F' words used to describe February in Chicago.  The fabulous part was our warm up last week which is to end today with more snow, possibly setting a record for the snowiest February on record since records were kept.

The slightest hint of Spring causes some to dream that winter is over at last, but the longer you live the wiser you get, and I remember getting caught wearing sandals in a blizzard in April .   The liklihood of being clobbered by old man winter is pretty good.  Call me jaded but when the first warm days of the year appeared last week I didn't even think Spring, I just got out and enjoyed it while it lasted.

As the temperatures rose,  I was happy to see my garden appear unscathed by the huge amount of snow on it and was even able to do a little garden clean up and some pruning under the February sunshine.

But back to reality this week.  Check the calendar.  March 20 is the first day of Spring. Somewhere.  Just not here.  Spring in Chicago is usually mid- to -late May, unless we're lucky and it arrives in April.  See how living through many Chicago winters make you pessimistic? 

Another 'F' word which I'll soon be using is farewell.  Farewell, February.  The only good thing I can say about you is that you are short and we are one month closer to Spring.