The blues and browns of January

Today’s forecast promised us it would be overcast all day. We hadn’t planned an outdoor walk, but we started our day at the “box stores” as my spouse likes to call them, which isn’t far from this place, the Baker Wetlands. I mentioned we hadn’t been there for awhile, and I was missing it. We decided to head there this morning, even though we did not have all of our warm clothing with us. Here’s our view from the parking lot; the sun is letting us know it’s not completely overcast today!
I am finding I enjoy the browns and blues of winter. The muted landscape and sky has its own beauty.
The leftovers of the growing season. Beautiful in their dormant season as well.
The sun, still illuminating our way.
When we returned home, the sun persisted in shining through the blue-gray sky. Our winter tree branches appear to reach for the touch of sunlight, just as I do.
Also at home, we winter our outdoor plants in the porch. My spouse didn’t expect this basil to hang in there as long as it has. We are treated with splashes of green, and even some blossoms. A contrast to our blues and browns.

Published by Lorna

I spend time hanging out with my husband, those two adults I had the privilege of momming, and two grandchildren. I love connecting with my friends and talking about what’s important to us over a cup of local jo. You can find me outside taking walks, bicycling, tending our wild yard, or inside cooking Gluten-free yummy food, knitting, crocheting, sewing, reading, and catching up with my large extended family. After exploring approaches to life, I have decided the guide for me is Love. And that keeps me grinning.

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