Photograph: Jeffrey Puukka. Market Color. This morning with my coffee, as my scattered morning thoughts settled, I sat looking out onto the balcony. Blue sky, and just a little breeze. I noticed the way the periwinkle blossoms of the bluebells in the blue pot wiggle in front of that spring-green burst of tree across the street. And how the tree ushers in the crimson steeple base of the church just beyond, crowned by its copper dome. What a spectacular dance of color the world offers this time of year! For me—after the annual effortful trudge through wet, gray winter—this time of year is so energizing. Absolute magic.
Thinking aloud
Thinking aloud
Thinking aloud
Photograph: Jeffrey Puukka. Market Color. This morning with my coffee, as my scattered morning thoughts settled, I sat looking out onto the balcony. Blue sky, and just a little breeze. I noticed the way the periwinkle blossoms of the bluebells in the blue pot wiggle in front of that spring-green burst of tree across the street. And how the tree ushers in the crimson steeple base of the church just beyond, crowned by its copper dome. What a spectacular dance of color the world offers this time of year! For me—after the annual effortful trudge through wet, gray winter—this time of year is so energizing. Absolute magic.