I’m pretty into color. Walk into my house and you’ll immediately notice the bright yellow kitchen, the blue bedroom, and the hallway that is exactly the color of key lime pie (that last one was a bit of a mistake, actually — we thought it would be a slightly more subtle green. Ah well.)
But I’m warming to the absence of color, too. Just check out these lovelies, in all their neutral glory.
I saw this little terracotta dove and these beautiful words came to mind:
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
— From “God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Here are some photos from my wanderings in the past week.
The tree below is a liquidambar tree; I always remember it from my childhood, because the street where my piano teacher lived was lined with them.
When I was young, I loved to walk down her street in the fall. The leaves were not only gloriously colorful, but they dried so nicely and made such a satisfying crunch when you waded through them. I can still hear them, and feel them under my shoes. Isn’t it amazing how those memories stay with you?
Even inside the house it looks like fall, thanks to this bouquet from my thoughtful guy.
I think my kids may be getting tired of me oohing and aahing over the beauty and color I see all around me. On the other hand, isn’t that what moms are for — to help you develop an appreciation for the important things in life?
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
— Joyce Kilmer