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February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
winter was coming.
Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.
So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through.. Colour gives way to form. every branch distinct, in a delicate tracery against the sky.. new vistas obscured all Summer by leafage, now open up.
I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.
Predicament crystallized with every passing year, the
Decrepitude; the preferred clientele, literate.
August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
Saturday 10th of December, 2016. We have never been here before, there is no map of this day ... so what is it you will do in these uncharted waters? Think and then do, it is all up to you.
On the evening of December 25, General Washington in a most severe season crossed the Delaware with a part of his army, then reduced to less than 2000 men in the whole.
In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.
The 21st of December marks the end of the time and the beginning of no-time
Is it the Fourth?
If I had my way, I would remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead.
31 October.
Still hurrying along. The day has come,
September 15th. - This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries; of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden; of tea under acacias instead of too shady beeches; of wood fires in the library in chilly evenings.
Winter was coming; the
It was now December 7, 1941; the date that Franklin D. Roosevelt was destined to declare would live in infamy.
Another year is ending, but something is pending
If January is the month of change, February is the month of lasting change. January is for dreamers ... February is for doers -
Before I was ordained, when I was working for the council, I thought of the first three months of the year as January, February, March. Now I think of them as Epiphany, Candlemas and Ash Wednesday.
Date to question.
Officially it was almost spring but someone had forgotten to pass the news on to winter.
Deep in December
it's nice to remember
without a hurt
the heart is hollow.
January is the month for dreaming.
The December - January period is the strongest time of the year. It is an easy time to shift states of mind.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
I was born in February, but I come alive in October.
Its 75 Degrees! In December!
January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.
Winter
The season between autumn and spring, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere
the coldest months of the year:
December, January and February.
A period of inactivity or decay.
Let it (what you have written) be kept back until the ninth year.
[Lat., Nonumque prematur in annum.]
hello I'm day, hello I'm june
I am tired of the litany
of months, September October
I am tired of the way the seasons
keep changing, mimicking
the seasons of the flesh
which are real and finite.
Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul ... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.
When I got sober, that was 1990.
early summer of 2004, I
February ... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
We venture to assert, that if there be any day in the year, of which we may be pretty sure that it was not the day on which the Savior was born, it is the 25th of December. Regarding not the day, let us, nevertheless, give thanks to God for the gift of His dear Son.
In London November isn't a month, it's a state of mind.
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory ...
John DeChancie is a popular author of numerous science fiction/fantasy novels including the hugely entertaining CASTLE series and STARRIGGER trilogy. He lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Tonight was 25 July. Seven more days until 1 August.
Christmas is a state of mind.
Maybe because is December. After all, only when we come to Revelation that we take stock of Genesis, right?
Through the chill of December the early winter moans ... but it's that January wind that rattles old bones.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
It was always November there.
What is last year's snow to me,
Last year's anything? The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
DECEMBER 26TH. The dog came to see me at eight o'clock this morning. He was very affectionate, poor orphan! My room will be his quarters hereafter.
He had waited a long time for this special December. Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn't frightened, but he was ... eager, he decided. He was eager for it to come. And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were excited about the event that would be coming so soon.
Christmas begins about the first of December with an office party and ends when you finally realize what you spent, around April fifteenth of the next year.
If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and
road construction, you may live in Canada
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Confederation Day every blessed year on December 12.
The perfect word for the December month is fairy tale.
Festivus for the Restivus!
A long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.
Christmas is not a date on a calendar. It's more than a state of mind. It's a condition of the heart.
January has only one thing to be said for it: it is followed by February. Nothing so well becomes its passing.
It is therefore recommended ... to set apart Thursday the eighteenth day of December next, for solemn thanksgiving and praise, that with one heart and one voice the good people may express the grateful feelings of their hearts and consecrate themselves to the service of their divine benefactor.
It's June in January Because I'm in love It always is spring in my heart with you in my arms.
December 7th, 1941
a date which will live in infamy
Her most recent birthday. She'd just turned thirteen. But not last December - December 17, 1941, the last day she had lived in New Orleans.
Christmas is telling time-wondering time. Wonder enough about it, and you'll know, and you'll tell about it ...
Christmas; magnificent snowflakes snowing in your hope.
It was late January in Draper, Utah, and as picturesque as the snow on the mountains was, it did not mix well with our modern lifestyle.
What were they thinking when they scheduled this movie for December?" Troy said. "They weren't thinking of us, I can tell you. May," he said, shaking his head. "May is when you release a Star Wars movie. If this movie were a May movie, the line would already be around the block.
The end of the year! I draw the balance. Inquiry of conscience and request to the Spirit for progress and maturity.
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
The first day of the brand new calendar year is an empowered time to psychologically unwind to mentally find own life charged emotionally with a refined energy & enthusiasm to create a beautiful growth paradigm within the physically defined laws of nature and the rules of the game called life.
It was the night before Christmas.
Year's end still in straw hat and sandals
December brought stone-silent days though a fresh odor came from the heavy sky, the smell of cold purity that was the essence of the boreal forest. So
July 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all the other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one fourth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so
I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.
For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the finality of year's end.
February makes a bridge and March breaks it.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Dead IS so LAST year
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
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Every year there's a few more things I'm not sure of. I've decided that a wide-ranging uncertainty is the mark of the true maturity of man.
November and the sun grows sparse in the sky.
July.
I am anxious, and it soothes me to express myself here. It is like whispering to one's self and listening at the same time.
Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.
I got sober for good on December 7, 2008.
So the shortest day came, and the year died.
Your day is your week is your month is your year.
Wake Me Up when September Ends
I'll never understand why everybody puts so much emphasis on January first. There are three hundred and sixty-four other days in the year that you can make a change. Or make a fresh start.
I had good intentions once upon a time. Well, September.
It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.
October 31st dawned damp and cold, but by nine in the morning the misty rain had dissipated, and blue sky broke through. By eleven the sun had dried the leaves to crisp colors, and the world smelled of apples and burning wood smoke and candles and pumpkin innards.
It is August.
My life is going to change. I feel it.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your new year resolution for seven months and not doing it for next five.