February has always been that Texas winter month that would lead you along as if you should get out and buy potting soil or maybe put up the hummingbird feeder. You start to think of packing up your “big coat” (which my sister in Chicago would call a “spring jacket”) and tossing your boots into the back of the closet for 10 months.
Then, inevitably, February delivers some crazy cold spell, taking out the plants you put outside with a solid 30-degree blast. Sort of like saying, “I may be the shortest month, but I’ve got some teeth.”
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