The days have been getting longer here since mid-December. I know it’s a psychological thing but something important happens at the solstice, particularly for those of us not fond of long, cold nights and short days washed by thin, anemic sunlight.<\/p>\n
Something clicks and a weight is lifted. The light is coming back. The world is going to keep turning. Everything will be alright.<\/p>\n
Then, February comes. February with its mere 28 days. Capricious and intemperate, gray one day, bright and cunningly warm the next. It’s enough to drive you to go to a tropical place for days at a time, hoping against hope that the mandatory inconvenient snow storm happens on the first day you’re out of town and is cleared up by the time you must subject yourself to the TSA<\/acronym>‘s ministrations on the way home.<\/p>\n This shortest of months isn’t all bad, though. It is in February that if you’re really paying attention you have empirical proof that the days are getting longer. It is in late February, just after our second holiday in less than a month, that you have that first hopeful, flickering thought: maybe I don’t need to turn on the porch light this morning. Maybe, just maybe, it will still be light out when I get home.<\/p>\n And it is in late February that the birds start showing back up, mobbing the side yard feeder that all winter we’ve only had to fill once a week but now requires attention every other day. It is as February turns to March that we insane morning people get our bird songs back.<\/p>\n I can hear them even as I type, chirping, tweedling, and waking up the world, and it makes me smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The days have been getting longer here since mid-December. I know it’s a psychological thing but something important happens at the solstice, particularly for those of us not fond of long, cold nights and short days washed by thin, anemic sunlight. Something clicks and a weight is lifted. The light is coming back. The world […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-391","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-thoughts","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.homemaderavioli.com\/woodstock\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}