Shades of Grey

February can seem rather long - especially if you are not into red roses.   

For me, February is what November is to others - a stretch of grey.  Lots of it.  My garden offers quite a variety at the moment and most relationships are nothing but that: Shades of grey.  

No titillating, nail biting rendez-vous with handsome pervs, no deeply fulfilling weekly gatherings with the tribe.  

Most of the time, we muddle through with the ones at hand...an assortment of friends and relatives who have been in our lives long enough that somehow they seem closer to us than the handsome perv or someone not quite so handsome other, with whom we happen to share a seat on the commuter train (probably a perv as well!).  

Everyone is tied to their lot and everyone has stories to tell about them - and so do they....  Can you believe it?  I just don’t understand why...? She is always so....!!  

It’s a bit of a waste of time usually - in fact it is quite boring - and yet deeply fulfilling!!  The same blah about the same stuff - like eating a Big Mac in Damascus.  

You probably don’t want to be in Damascus in the first place, but even if you are a die hard vegetarian and hate Mac Donalds for lots of very good reasons, you will probably still feel that oddly comforting twitch (at least if you are from the US or one of its faithful colonies) ...

family !