Regardless of what T.S. Eliot says. February is the cruellest month because that's when all the seed calatogs have arrived and lie on the coffee table, tempting us to madness and three-figure seed and plant orders.
About three-quarters of the snow has melted and as far as the eye can see it is mud, mud, and more mud. If I were going to get SADD, this is the month it would happen.
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