Blue and green are next to each other on the color wheel, but around this time of year, they couldn’t seem more opposite to me.
When I look outside right now, I see white, gray and, if I’m lucky, a blue sky (and sunny sparkles). Still, even when the sky is also gray and white (as it usually is… this is Michigan), the world has a bluish cast to it.
Even the cat is feeling the lack of outdoor green. It’s been an ongoing battle to keep him from eating my houseplants.
Fortunately, I like blue. While its paler incarnations invoke icy landscapes and wintry skies, the deeper, brighter blues put me in mind of exotic climates and sensual fabrics.
Still, without any green (or red), blue is just kind of cold, and I’m already dreaming of March with its glimpses of Spring and St. Patrick’s Day decor.
Finally, the bulk of Winter is over and the Glorious Month has arrived.
I work hard at not hating winter, mostly for Iris’ sake. But, in all honesty, it’s tough to get excited about playing outside in this weather.
My friend is a genius, and suggested we start a tradition of celebrating the Winter Solstice.
