Still so very grey. The fog brings snow, then ice, then pure rain that melts away the ice from the lake's surface. And just this weekend, I saw the little kiddies out there playing hockey on the ice. And wondered at the daring of their parents, to let them out there so shortly after the surface had hardened.
I have to search to find color in the surroundings, when the lovely birds have finished pecking at the trees outside my living room windows. But there is beauty all around, and with a little patience, I see the colors through the gray.
2 comments:
thanks for the reminder--I need to remember to see the color amongst the grey.
and your sage is so alive! ours is droopy and sad.
Funny, I responded to your comment, but the response got deleted somehow.
Yes, it's necessary to see the color. I find the grey unbearable if I can't see beyond it.
My other sage, planted in the garden, is doing even better -- I posted photos of it and the thyme after my failed attempt to respond to you.
How's Japan? :)
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