Sunday, March 2, 2008
forsythia; harbinger of spring and other yellow.
[Forsythia/my bed/poppy closeup/chart of Winter Harbor, ME]
It's true that sometimes you notice a certain color more than others.
Which is a good thing, because usually I am drawn to black ... not a natural match for our aesthetic at Saipua. Not now at least.
This winter has been a real brute for me...I won't go into too much detail, other than to say I have the sudden ability to sleep late every morning (never before could I sleep past 8am) and that my winter blues are less charming than they have been in years past. But March is a whole new ballgame - it's going to be 50 degrees this week, I just unearthed my copy of Simon and Garfunkel Live in Central Park, and I have a compost bin to figure out (with two months' worth of kitchen scraps collecting in a rot bucket under our sink).