I know it’s known as the short month, but sometimes February simply feels too long. I often find it more gloomy than the dark days of November. Perhaps it’s the closeness of the much anticipated spring compared to the everyday reality of more grey, depressing drizzle. So I thought I’d consider some uplifting, diversions and a culinary treat!
Blue flowers – no fresh ones in the garden yet, but these saved and dried from last year.
Photos – capturing the delicate winter light at the waterfront,
or, that brief moment of low February sun at home.
Cake. Making a naughty, but nice treat. . . . and naturally eating it!
Memories. A moment of sentimental recollection on finding long forgotten toys during an otherwise fruitless search of all those boxes in the attic.
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Agnes Ashe 
Some nice captures of light in your photos…the cake looks amazing and isn’t February a great excuse for comfort foods!
Yes, February is, but to be honest I don’t really need much of an excuse to make a cake. Or, anything a bit stodgy, sweet and comforting!!
Oh, Andy Pandy! You’re way too young to know him.
Believe it or not Andy Pandy was my daughters toy (Boots classic toy re-issue, and yes, I don’t really remember it first time round) but the moth-eaten doggy next to it is actually mine.
This is like a visual haiku, I think. Cheered me up and the toys made me smile.
Pleased to hear it made you smile. I do tend to visualise more than wrestle with words.
That’s a nice flat cake. Is that turned upside down with the bottom hiding any trimmings?
Oo – turned upside down 😲 I’m sure I don’t know what you mean 😉
A fascinating range of imagery Agnes
😊 thank you. By the way I did spot a couple of spiders whilst in the loft though!
Love the images. I was having a giggle at the thought of a gloomy February, as it is our most humid month in OZ, until just now an electrical thunderstorm has hit and sent the sky black at 4pm. I’m unplugged from the power just in case. I couldn’t cope with the laptop blowing its mind.
Update that. Now it’s a white-out outside and there is hail hitting my study glass door. The rain is lashing down. It’s 4.05pm. No wonder the sky went black.
So, it was absolutely the right call to unplug. 😊
It was a ferocious storm. Current reports estimate 12,000 insurance claims have been lodged. The perspex roof over my sister’s pergola is now littered with holes, and her son’s car is trashed. My other sister’s outdoor umbrellas are now on her neighbour’s roof. No damage with us fortunately.
Oh my goodness. I forget that we have on the whole quite benign weather compared to other parts. Do hope that the car is covered by the insurance and it’s not considered an act of God or something.
Let’s wait and see. These insurance companies can duck and weave.
Yes, as I was adding the text I did think that it would be nice and warm/exceedingly hot and sunny in some parts of the world.
Wise move unplugging the computer gear. My 12 year old laptop hard drive has just failed. Luckily I don’t use it for work. Unluckily, as it was just home stuff, I hadn’t backed it up in years. Have lost over 3000 photos – that will teach me. Come to think of it they were mostly average and inconsequential and these days permanency is less and less an issue. So ho hum.
I have a stern word with myself occasionally to back up. And the manuscript I am currently working on gets dumped to a USB every few days. It is a pity to lose all those photographs, as I am sure your “mostly average” is another person’s “perfect”. On the other hand, managing photos in this digital age is a problem in itself. We couldn’t afford a camera and developing when I was young. These days it’s a case of quantity over quality.
Yes, I don’t think the world has ever seen a time with so many, many photographs. I can safely say that my loss isn’t anywhere near as bad as when I left an undeveloped roll at a safari lodge in Kenya or, even worse, when my parents’ ‘farewell to living in the Middle East’ collection of rolls was lost/ruined by the photographic developers!
Oh no! Disaster! I feel the same about my wedding photographs in terms of ruin. The photographer kept asking me where I wanted to stand, look, etc, etc. Finally I said, “you’re the one looking down the lens, you tell me.” Then when the proofs came back, the colour saturation (or lack of) was terrible. I was wearing a pale pink dress with a pastel underskirt and I think they kept trying to make it white and match the surroundings to that.
Ah that’s a shame. I expect these days a print could be scanned and then photoshopped to improve the colour perhaps. We didn’t have a professional photographer. It was back in the days of film, but even so we asked our friends to each take a roll and we’d pay for development and select the best. It worked well as my now ex-husband was a designer and so his arty friends took some interesting shots. I’m afraid I don’t do traditional/formal well and so my dress wasn’t white either, yes you guessed it, it was painted silk (yellow and pink).
Sounds like a lot of fun! And very unique.