Dear February

Weeknight dinners, unconventional Valentine reads, and the first creative seeds of spring.

was like sweet music to my ears. Considering we still had snow on the ground a few days ago, I don’t think there was any grass to cut, but I love the enthusiasm. February felt somewhat administrative—in a good way—it had me prepping and planting a few creative seeds for the year ahead. I applied to help with an art project that I feel really aligned with, finally ordered all the fabric to sew my first quilt(!), and started sketching out plans for some upcoming travel. Winter has felt especially long and dark this year, but I finally feel as though I might just make it through. Only one more month until spring—when all my neighbours can bring out their lawn mowers and all will be well again.

In other news, I tried a handful of new recipes, listened to some good music, and read a stack of books with pink and red on the cover. My Valentine-month reads were all over the map to be honest: romance, divorce, beauty, and murder. One became a new favourite (very happy about that), one had me re…