On the surface, February is a pretty brutal month. Merciful short, but mostly dismal and wet. There may not be an abundance of flowers, but let us think for a moment about the things we cannot see: just below the surface, of the cold, cold soil the roots are stirring and plants are preparing for growth. It is like a rumbling engine room beneath our feet. Pistons are pumping, cogs are clicking and our garden's 'flywheels' are spinning. Very soon, green shoots will start to push through the earth and we will be swept away with the onrush of spring.
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