I love the end of February.
Actually, I love the beginning of March.
March means the coldest part of winter is over. March means no more below zero weather, no more snow that stays around and won't go away. March means more daylight, and more warmer weather. March means flowers start appearing and nature starts to green up. March means spring is here and summer is close behind.
Which means bathing suit season is coming.
I hate March.