Winter colors make me cold. I look and look and look for divine color inspiration in the January New England landscape and I can’t find it. Most times of the year, I have no problem. The landscape in winter just doesn’t do it colorfully for me. Looking at these photos, makes me shiver. I imagine the wind whipping through the fields and I wrap the scarf I never took off around my neck again. Everything is trying to get warm – the tree branches, the moss, the fungus, the birds. It won’t happen for awhile.
We too are trying to keep warm. Piling on the layers. Hoping the newborn lambs won’t freeze. Making another pot of soup to warm our insides. Hunting for kindling can be a numbing experience – thank goodness there is an evening fire to warm up with. I wonder how the people who built our house in 1751 ever survived? It had to be all they could do to try to get warm.
All I want to do now is warm up with a nice cup of tea and a piece of toast. But I better not disappoint Phoebe and Ness by skipping their morning walk. Hope you are warm wherever you are today.