Friday, December 17, 2010

The final days of autumn have a tough act to follow.
After the fireworks of summer and fall foliage, these days leading up to winter are far more subdued.
Even among the browns and grays of early December, flashes of color can still be found.
The flash that stops me every time is a purple one: the tiny magenta berries growing in a nearby front yard. (The bush is appropriately named Beautyberry.)
The orange of pumpkins past still survives, perched on doorsteps, or lolling in the (not so green) grass.
Wild grasses bring out their beige at fall's end. Those soft tufts are so beautiful, especially backlit by the sun.
Green, thankfully, is willing to stick around, and I'm not just talking about pine trees. The other day I was surprised by moss, growing at the bottom of a telephone pole.
Winter is almost upon us, and the colors are fading, but the good news is that they never leave us completely. In the gray times, you just have to work a little harder to see them.
Ah, the universe does love her metaphors.


  1. Cathy -

    Your blog is wonderful. I love the title. You are a very talented writer. Thank you for adding joy to my day.

  2. I love that pumpkin with the frost on it. It occurs to me that "pumpkin" is a very funny word.