The last full month of winter begins today, which is why the title of this post references hope. Even though February is a Pandora’s box of weather frights and frigid nights, there are usually a few moments of spring carrying on the wind, some small wisp of hope that manages to seep in among the frozen layers of ice and snow. In the midst of it all is the Hallmark holiday of love, Valentine’s Day. No word yet on whether I’m doing a Valentine’s Card. It certainly won’t be in print, but it may be online. Or it may be an Instagram post. No matter what, it probably won’t be spectacular, so move on if you want scandal. Now, about the previous week…
It marked the end of Mercury in retrograde, for the moment, though ramifications are still being felt.
A single candle against the lot of winter.
A show of flowers, even if they’re false.
Tom Daley, back in his Speedo, where he belongs.
A bangin’ brunch at Boston Chops.
Season of citrus, scent of mandarin.Back to Blog