Winter Color Therapy

 

 

 

 

 

Day after day of overcast gray.  I'm wearing colors today! Magenta, mustard  and  spring grass green...

 After the chiberian express of my last post, and wind chills of -30 and -40 below,  temperatures have warmed to 30's and 40's--the ice in the water bowl  on the porch for the possums and raccoons is liquid water again. 

And the holidays are holiday sales, now. The alleys have a few discarded trees, some with tinsel still clinging to them. Such a sad thing to see---decorated and admired, and then thrown away. 

Why not save them through the winter?  They can become shelter for the sparrows and squirrels, even hibernating ladybugs.   They are trees--they spent their lives outside in the rain and sun and weather.  

I hope you didn't get an unexpected gift of COVID this year. Whatever variant is with us these days, the plague hasn't gone away.  You can still get the bivalent booster, and it's free! 

I am heartened by the response to what happened to  Demar Hamlin-- instead of insisting the players "go on with the game, "   and "win this for Demar" the players and coaches of both teams did not return to the field. The game was postponed, perhaps indefinitely.  Something has changed. We are all praying for his recovery.

I hope the new year brings you the gift of better days to come, of the miracle in the ordinary, of beginning again.