I’m hardly the first person to observe, with a certain sense of irony, that February is the longest month.
I might (you never know, the internet is both a Small World and a Big Place), be the first to observe that having a not-really-official-but-hey-I’ve-been-doing-them-since-last-October-haven’t-I? sort of post of monthly observations hanging over one’s head will only make it seem longer. But also shorter, in that “I’m February, and I can be both” sort of way.
But, leap year, right? That’s a whole extra day in which to… procrastinate.
It was a month for projects that just never quite came together. I didn’t actually abandon the kitchen completely (despite what I might have said last month), but, well, February. There were a few successes that I simply lacked time or energy (or daylight) to document; on other projects, I took photographs that I’m happy with, but the recipe itself needed work. And then there was that one recipe that was a resounding success, absolutely scrumptious, that I did spend a lot of time photographing, but failed utterly to find any way to make it look like something you would actually want to eat.
I did get a lot of reading done…
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all,” is the phrase that usually ran through my head whenever I tried to come to grips with a February post.
So.
So long, February. I know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye, but, while I can’t say I’ll miss you, thanks for the memories. I think we made real progress, and I’ll try to make the most of our time together when we see each other again next year.
A Month of Sundries 