January and February are difficult months which seem as though they will never end. The coming of lighter days at the beginning of March lifts our spirits and brings the hope of Spring.
The month was cold and hard, scarred by frost and glacial ice, then grained by cutting winds as Winter sliced through the skin of life to violate the flesh and bone beneath. Some weeks before, sparkling strands of tinsel and glowing golden lights warmed the world when the frenzy of bought-in entertainment grew the transient comfort of Christmas. And then? Pale sunlight, snowdrops, daffodils, dark rain-soaked earth, bluebells and primroses, as songs of Spring-Hope from nest-building birds push away the Winter-weary darkness.
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