February means Valentines day, which you can either love or you can hate. I tend to go back and forth, if the truth be told. In January winter is usually in it's zenith. Crisp blinding white days, and cold nights which require much cuddling to keep warm under wool blankets, in front of a roaring fire or space heater. February enters the scene playing second fiddle, and we are all a little tired of the tune. We know spring is around he corner, and February has arrived with a bouquet of wilted flowers and a half eaten box of chocolates. This year it's a whole day longer which is all the more reason I'm praying for clouds February 2nd.