An art installation outside the central public library reads "The words don't fit the picture". This post has nothing to do with that.
In essence February has been rather disappointing for me. Thankfully it's nothing catastrophic and clearly there are many worse off than I, so I don't plan on devoting webspace complaining at length. As far as reporting on overall monthly activities, I've just had several consecutive instances of plans I was looking forward to falling through, thus leaving me feeling resentful that it wasted my time dedicated to attending these events. That's all. Simply cancelled due to snow making transportation difficult - remember the snow I featured here? It seems this isn't as fleeting as I'd thought it would be, and as it drags on is becoming less cute and more of a nuisance. It retards my garden for both work and pleasure. 
That being said, I still had a nice time mid-month for the Variety Telethon, wine festival and Valentine's Day, which all fell during the same week. My month improved with the better weather and good company, which made me ruminate more on my social life and how tied I am/should be to others. My social calendar is scant compared other party people but significantly more than I had as a child or teenager. I was quite content being a self-contained creative source focused on schoolwork or hobbies, because my world was small then, I had no opportunity to go or do much else. Perhaps I should resume that lifestyle again and just relinquish any faith in future plans, especially those that rely on the attendance/participation of others. I'm tired of being disappointed, and now it doesn't even faze me and I'm grateful anything actually comes to fruition. I can only count on myself. I'll be a hermitess.And yet a fortune cookie I received at the Chinese New Year Parade commands me to "Do more, learn more", Curiosity and restlessness I always feel in the spring. I feel like I want to make plans and have something exciting to look forward to, but it's easier if I simply don't care about the results that unfold.
So since these words are a bit of a bummer, I will present the first flowers of spring, a gift to my readers! Much better!
