{"id":122,"date":"2008-02-29T21:25:59","date_gmt":"2008-03-01T05:25:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/2008\/02\/29\/ode-to-february\/"},"modified":"2008-02-29T21:25:59","modified_gmt":"2008-03-01T05:25:59","slug":"ode-to-february","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/2008\/02\/29\/ode-to-february\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode To February"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"left\"><img src=\"http:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/sunsetgolden1de.jpg\" alt=\"sunsetgolden1de.jpg\" \/><br \/>\n<strong>February Sunset<\/strong><br \/>\n<em> Rose Arizmendi (C) 2008<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\"><font size=\"4\">&#8220;<!-- END Burst Network CODE --><span class=\"huge\">The  February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves  within.&#8221;<\/span> <\/font><strong><font size=\"4\"><br \/>\n<\/font><\/strong><span class=\"bodybold\">&#8211;   William C. Bryant<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\"><font size=\"4\">&#8220;I stood beside a  hill<br \/>\nSmooth with new-laid snow,<br \/>\nA single star looked out<br \/>\nFrom the cold evening glow.<br \/>\nThere was not other creature<br \/>\nThat saw what I could see,<br \/>\nI stood and watched the evening star<br \/>\nAs long as it watched me.&#8221;  <\/font><br \/>\n&#8211;   Sara Teasdale, <em>February Twilight<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"arial\" size=\"-1\"><strong>Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.<\/strong> <\/font> <font face=\"arial\" size=\"-1\"><em>Henry David Thoreau<\/em>  <\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>February Sunset Rose Arizmendi (C) 2008 &#8220;The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.&#8221; &#8211; William C. Bryant &#8220;I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not other creature That saw what I could see, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[47],"tags":[74,808,809,12,815],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=122"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}