March is finally here. This year, it felt like it would never arrive. And now it has tiptoed in like a lamb, (at least where I live) when I was hoping to hear the roar of that lion...
Outside my window is a landscape of white on grey, beige on brown, the forest green of a few scattered pines, and the red-twigged dogwood that sticks out like a beautiful winter diva.
There is a line from a Counting Crows song that keeps running through my mind..."She is trapped inside a month of grey." This year, that was February for me. The shortest month of the year always ends up feeling like the longest one.
I am craving color like chocolate, literally, physically craving it. And flowers. I go to the flower section of the grocery store just to admire the blossoms. I stand there and let their color sing me happy.
This past weekend, I spent hours with my bead stash, I can always find color there, inspiration for new pieces. I was drawn again and again to the shades of spring, robin's egg blue, pretty pastel pink and daffodil yellow, and that fresh yellow-green of just-opening leaves.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and while the landscape outside my window had not changed, the one in my heart felt a little bit brighter.
After that, I decided that March must be named The Month of Color. I am going to seek it out, hunt it down, and then embrace it wherever I find it.
My camera will be my companion.
Care to join me?
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