I was in a happy, red mood the entire time I was pregnant with my fourth child. I sewed red, gingham curtains for her room, bought red, checked crib bedding, and have always dressed her in red, wool coats.
Something about a yellow house says “cheerful, warm and welcoming,” so it’s no surprise my historic Victorian house is painted yellow.
I only miss a weekly bike ride or run in the nature reserve nearby house if I’m out of town. The rich green foliage and mottled green river are truly meditative.
White feels uncluttered, clean and calm. Pure white feels like summer. Winter white thumbs its nose at the frost. What color I wear depends on my mood.
But, I’m always in the mood forblue.
In this first post in a Series of Blue, the contrast of hard, earth-tone rocks set against sun-saturated sky, a sail billowing with the breath of an other-wordly being, and a lone raptor looking for a meal captured my attention. And then there’s the indigo sky. Entrancing, tree-silhouetting, deep, mysterious indigo transitions the day as it slips into night, provides a background for bats flitting amongst the pines, and implores me to take a deep breath and soak in the sky’s dye.