“I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.”

By this time of year people are usually complaining about the cold and the snow and the whereabouts of spring. You meet someone in the supermarket and right away the conversation turns to the weather where you have common grounds about which to chat as you choose your pasta. The word cold is bandied about as people whine and complain and you pick the ziti. This year, though, is entirely different. Cold has a new definition and complaining has taken a different form. Now we complain when the weather is in the 30’s, a temperature which used to be a reprieve from the freezing days of past winters. Today is 35Β°, and I think it cold. The weatherman predicts the rest of the week will be in the 40’s and Thursday will be close to 50Β°. That’s winter, at least this year, and I have no complaints.

This morning I noticed all the green shoots in the garden close to the house. I can see three daffodil bulbs, but I forget what flowers the rest of the shoots belong to. Last fall I planted a bundle of different bulbs so I have no idea what’s coming. I figure that’s like getting a gift from spring.

Summer clothes are always the brightest. Winter clothes seem drab by comparison, and I think that the whole color thing ought to be reversed. In winter we should be dressed as brightly as we can be in orange and yellow and pinks and violets and all their combinations. Usually it is Easter which brings back the color in clothes, and that’s not when we need it. By Easter the world has already begun to color itself in bright blossoms and flowers and berries. The gardens are alive and the tree leaves are fresh and bright. It is in winter when we should be at our most brilliant.

Today I will wear the brightest color I can find, maybe even a Hawaiian shirt. I know I’ll have to wear a long sleeve something underneath to keep me warm, but that’s okay. It’s the color you can see that’s important.

In case you’re wondering, I’m that bedazzling shopper in the pasta aisle.

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4 Comments on ““I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I really can’t complain this winter, the one we’ve had have been short and fairly warm to be honest. Now the day time temperatures stays around 35-37 and normally we’re way down at minus even in Fharenheit πŸ™‚ But the nights are still rather cold to be honest.

    They have done a study about people and weather talking and did You know that the Chinese, British and Swedish people are the one talking most about weather πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I’m not surprised that we came third to be honest πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    You are so right about clothes and colors. Why do we have dark colors during winter? Our eyes need everything that is bright sincve it is dark most of the day :-9

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      Ours has been exactly the same though when I see your pictures I do see a lot of snow! Our nights too get cold, but I’m inside cozy and warm. When Gracie comes in, her fur is really cold.

      I’m surprised about the first and last but not the British.

      Lets start wearing bright colors!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’m with you on the colors. I think bright colors in the summer time just hurt the eyes. In the winter we need bright clothing if only so they won’t lose us in the snow and the dark. πŸ™‚

    The vicious roses still have leaves even though the wind chill is quite cold. Rocky and I walked by the lake today and it was brisk.
    The swans have returned. They’ll hang about for a bit but eventually they will all hop over to Spot Pond for the summer.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I just don’t get the colors and the seasons. Winter is drab enough. We need to buck the color trend.

      I remember when I was a kid, I always wanted to sneak over the fence to swim to the island in Spot Pond, but I didn’t have the guts to be such a lawbreaker. Now you can canoe or kayak on it. That has taken away the appeal.


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