I usually don't go to the stores unless I need something. I had to buy a present for a family member. I was working my way back to the electronics when I spied a rack of Valentine items. In case you forgot, Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday. They had these cute baby bibs, "I love Mommy," and "First Valentine's Day." I fell for the second one. The baby doesn't need it, but I had to buy it. And later, after finding out that the electronics thing wasn't going to come through, I found on another rack by the bibs an assortment of baby socks. I was torn between the kind with the knit or print that makes them look like little black ballet shoes and a white pair with a red ruffle. The ruffle sold me. I'm prttty sure these will get used.
I had forgotten, that around all of the white of snow lies a holiday with red piercing the ice and making its mark. A red rose in winter is Valentine's Day to me.
I finally got my decorations up for the day and they look so bright and cheerful. My heart just bursts with life when I see all the reds and pinks. I love pink and red and white and purple together. Valentine's Day is a fancy ladies' "day, a romantic day. I love those black silhouettes of people doing the minuet. I used to make cutouts like that. Such a feast foe the eye is there if only you look in the right places. And if you gaze outside, yo might just see a cardinal sitting on a bare branch or fluttering by.
I'm getting ready for the groundhog and Abraham Lincoln and George Washington and a short month and red and a little spring thaw. Oh, so much excitement. And that's just the externals. Inside, all is well and so I hope with you.