I’ve always secretly felt badly for people with birthdays that fell during the deep winter. Mine’s in late August.. Pretty much everywhere I’ve ever lived or visited, I’ve found August to be lush, warm, and full of nature’s bounty. Birthday gatherings for me were pretty much always outside, and in nature. I feel most comfortable near trees, and earth, and sky, and bright, warm sunshine. To me, a birthday in February, for example, must surely be frigid, and dreary, and well – not that much fun. Or so I assumed.