Sprout Kale Slippeth Away

It’s Cabbage Month! The time of year when kale sprouts shoot up out of the ground, although, I haven’t seen any yet.  It is said that February was named Sprout Kale over a thousand years ago, by the Saxon’s, who knew only winter and summer.  They followed the stars, and changes in the moon, to guide them through the days, and months, of the year, when the calendar wasn’t what it is today.  Autumn and spring, as distinct seasons didn’t exist.  To the Saxons, time only mattered, in so far as what the weather could produce for the land, and consequently, for man’s sustenance.  Weather was Time!

Before February slips away I want to highlight some interesting historical births, and deaths that took place during the month of Sprout Kale.

For one, Queen Anne was born on the 6th, in 1667, and Mary Queen of Scots was beheaded in 1587.

On the 12th, of 1809 Abe Lincoln came into the world, in a log cabin in the backwoods. Modern school lessons make such a fuss over famous people who lived in a log cabin, which seems a trivial fact when most people in the 18th century were born in a log cabin.  Log cabins were actually some of the best built buildings of the time, and many are still standing today.  As we all know, Abe ended up in the White House, before he was fatefully slain by John Wilkes Booth, while watching a play at the Ford Theatre, in Washington D.C.

On the 15th of 1564, the genius Galileo Galilei was born in the town of Pisa, on the western coast of Italy.  As a scholar he taught at the University of Padua, near Venice.  To many, his idea that the earth was round, and moved around the sun were considered preposterous.  “Yet in the end he had to die for it; for when men are ignorant, great truths seem dangerous, and the man who offers them a new idea is the greatest danger of all.”  Sad to say, still happens today.

On the 22nd in 1732, George Washington was born.  He was the General that put into action the desire for independence of the colonies.  He became the first president, of the United States. When he died, the whole nation mourned.  He is so famous!

Finally, on the 23rd in 1915, my father, Richard Pierre, was born, under the sign of Pisces.  Though not so famous, to me he matters more.

February, will end in a couple of days.  One of my favorite months. For one, it’s the month of Valentines, where we share cards and loving sentiments with friends, and families, and lovers. For another, I like the way the word sounds when it is spoken, and the letters that spell it out. I’m always happy February is here, and when it’s gone I feel a sense of melancholy, and dread for what’s to come. March will enter like a lion, and go out like a lamb.

What I take away in February is to be loving and charitable in thoughts and actions, to all, for nothing else matters, but the way in which we share with our brethren, irregardless of color, or kind.  Before I say I am not prejudiced, I will look around, wherever my days take me, and ask myself, ‘Whom do I see?’ and I will think twice, and twice again.

Now, on this blustery day of February, the sun shines while light snow settles on the ground. I can hear the gusts of wind that pick up outside, and feel their strength as the windows shake throughout the house, as if a storm were brewing in the West.  Maybe warm weather will come, and we will find cabbage sprouting in the garden, or kale.  But, really now, who in their right mind likes kale?  Personally, I’d rather have chocolate cake!