Some people love earth tones. You know, creamy, sandy, brown, beige and taupe.
I’m so NOT an earth tone kind of girl.
My kitchen is yellow. My office a soft green. If I had my way it would include splashes of bright pink.
Last year I fell in love with walking.
I adore cobalt blue skies paired with snow capped peaks. Rainbow hues in flowers lining a planter box. A profusion of roses. Rich green leaves–or bright yellow, red, and orange ones in fall.
But plain ole brown.
Not so much.
I usually love winter. Diamond dancing when sunlight hits snow. Frosty air. Twinkle lights and homemade snowflakes.
But this winter has grown long.
And in between the beautiful snowfalls there is sure a lot of brown.
And when it’s cold I’m finding it hard to brave the temperatures and walk.
This post is a reminder to myself that there is beauty in brown. If I will just get my you-know-what outside and put my feet to the sidewalk, I can find it.
And if I look hard enough I might even find a little green and blue.
So I need to dig a little deeper, hit the pavement, enjoy the world one sidewalk at a time . . .
And cling to the promise of spring.
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