If Picasso had a Blue Period, I can have a Blue Day

Lately, I’ve been more conscious about noticing color. It’s all part of my  “praying is paying attention” thing;  I’ve found that an effective way to pray is to savor the many different colors that I see as I go throughout the day.

So last weekend, I dedicated a day to noticing blue, in all its wonderful variations.  Here are a few of the highlights.

Morning glories are pretty when they’re purple, but they’re beautiful when they’re blue.

In the same garden where I saw the morning glories, I found hydrangeas in varying shades, light to vivid.  (A close-up of a hydrangea is a gorgeous thing, don’t you think?).

When it comes to indoor things, I love the blue of this little decorative English plate that my mom gave me last Christmas (I believe that’s Balmoral Castle?).

The flowers on the bedspread are a lovely soft shade … I don’t know what you call this kind of blue, but I like it.

Wedgewood is pretty synonymous with blue, and I love the colors on this Madonna and Child medallion my aunt once gave me.  (I believe it’s meant to be a Christmas ornament, but I have it hanging on the wall all the time.)

In my backyard, there are these tiny blue lobelia that pack one heckuva colorful punch.

And how can I forget the lovely, warm September sky?

I don’t know why “the blues” are associated with sadness.  All these shades make me very happy indeed.

Where are you noticing beautiful color today?

P.S. Congrats to Emily — you’re the winner of last week’s giveaway of The Feasts!