Craving Color . . .

This winter in Maine has been extremely long and cold. Most of the wood is gone, and several feet of snow still cover the yard. The few paths we kept open all winter with the snowblower and shovels are now down to mud.

I crave color. I look outside at the endless sea of white on the ground, the trees still showing their bare gray and brown trunks, and long for the brilliant yellows, purples, pinks, and greens of springtime flowers and grass. I hung a twenty-foot-long Mexican papel picado banner in the yard last summer, its intricate cutout designs a blend of flowers and Mexican motifs, but it now hangs tattered and torn from the trees, the pennants mere scraps of yellow, blue, red, and green, the patterns no longer distinguishable.

An e-mail from a yarn company arrived in my inbox this morning, and I sat for ten minutes just looking at the beautiful shades of the new yarns being advertised. The sight of those oranges, reds, yellows, heather-greens and mottled purples was a balm to my soul. Perhaps it’s time to take up knitting again!

Wishing you warmer days and brighter colors . . .