I can't say I'm too sorry to see the back of February, though it's not been all bad; here as promised is the end-of-the-month collage to illustrate some of it.
- Molly enjoys la vie en bleu
- A wintry day's end, walking without Molly when she was poorly, which felt odd.
- Bluebell bulbs temporarily living in a pot since we dug them up and didn't get as far as rehoming them.
- Wonderful Monserrat F; the Song of the Sybil has been proclaimed a Masterpiece of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO. The list of these is fascinating reading, yet there seem to be glaring omissions and inaccuracies: really, nothing whatever in England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, any of Scandinavia, Iceland, the USA? While Aubusson Tapestry is hardly intangible...
- My 'Nothing to Hide' Hitchhiker scarf. Not sure if that link will work if you aren't signed in to Ravelry, but the yarn and its story are here, and the details of the pattern are here. Now finished and I have more or less bonded to it - it is rarely off my neck.
- A white pink, still flowering occasionally, and a sprig of rosemary.
- A nice tidy sock draw. At least two pairs, the Bugs Bunny ones and the grey ones top left with the jacquard pears and cherries on them are a good twenty years old and not worn too much. Yes, I am someone who can attach sentimental value to socks.
- Cotoneaster against hazel catkins.
- Fingerless mitts.
- The engendering of toads. I know, it's gross, and Lucy from Attic24 from whom I took this idea certainly would not feature copulating amphibians on her blog, but it's still part of the seasonal round herabouts.
- Molly by the sea.
No food this month, though we've eaten well, including lovely fish and seafood curries, and an excellent general purpose korma sauce which involves boiling the nuts then blitzing them, and hot oysters grilled with beurre noisette at Le Vivier. I just didn't get around to photographing any of it.
So here's to March.