Transition time

There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

- Emily Dickenson

Heading into March (only four more days of February left, after all...), I am heading into my least favorite time of the year and it is difficult for me to maintain my preferred rose-tinged glasses view of the world.
Today, driving home and viewing the worn out grey and shabby landscape though my car window, I felt as worn out and shabby as what I was seeing.
We have had some melting of snow, and yes, we can see the ground in places, but it is a dead and brown ground with not a green and growing thing in sight.
And there are dirty, almost blackened lumps of snow left, lining the roads.
The trees look beaten up, with huge branches snapped off from winter storms.
The pond I pass every day is still all frozen over and I miss seeing the pair of swans that usually are there(where do they go?).
The left-over Christmas lights and wreaths on some houses(including mine) that still delighted the eye and spirit in January, are looking sad and forlorn now.

I guess I never do well with "transition" months between the ending of seasons and the beginning of another-- late August I find depressing, as well.
I have also been in a personal funk lately--going through my usual "what have I done with my life" and not being able to be motivated to do much of anything. I think I am having hot flashes(always only at night, though), too. So I am entering a transition of my own.
I did pick up some seed packets today:

Johnny-Jump-Up's (Viola)
Mexican Sunflower (Tithonia)
Oregano
Basil
Parsley
Morning Glory
Lettuce
Carrots

and I think I'll at least start growing the Johnny-Jump-Up seeds on Tuesday(March 1st).