January. This time of year I get so heart-filled with the colors outside. I want to impress the colors in my brain so strongly that they’re always there. Especially the twilight colors, the very dark gray-blues with the bit of gold hint on the horizon and the barely discernable not quite silhouetted colors of the tree branches and the way snow looks at night. Or that changeable weather we just had with those foggy misty gray days. Gray, and its huge range of colors within gray, make me so alive and noticing everything. It’s weird.
And then spring comes and I forget I love gray.
(Native spring ephemerals of the maple-beech forest Erythronium americanum and Floerkea proserpinacoides)