What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

I think of the rhyme about days in our months.

“Thirty days hath September,

April, June and November,

Thirty-one have all the rest,

Excepting,

February alone,

Which clear,

Has but twenty-eight days,

And twenty-nine days ,

Each leap year.” (Anon)

Without a shadow of a doubt, February is my favourite month of the year. It is the shortest, it has a variable number of days – and it is my birthday month.

Thanks to parental circumstances, I was born in the second month of the year and coincidentally in the second month of the beginning of what is now known as the “era of the “boomers.

I suppose there are pluses and minuses about being a very old Boomer, but the one redeeming factor is that I was born in the second month of the first year beyond the end of the Second World War.

I would be very dishonest indeed if not confessing to the fact that one of the points endearing me to both the date of my birth and the month there all is the fact that when Australia locked onto the Vietnam war with our then prime minister Harold Holt declaring “all the way with LBJ“, my birthdate was not drawn as one of those Who was committed to Vietnam.

(Not to forget that the Vietnam War, from an Australian viewpoint of troop commitment, was simply the government of the day crawling up the United States has asked.)

So all in all and considering many factors from a long time ago and up to the present day, I’m rather glad to call February my favourite month of the year.