the lush greens and arid browns and back again. The golden fields now harvested. The autumnal hint that is now in the air and getting to see all this; after that time inside, still amazes me. With all the glories yet to come; the low sun, grey misty hues to winter whites and then the new growth springing forth, once again.
I have always loved colour and how they blend together or not. The accidental discoveries of projects; all now long gone or lost. My husband enjoyed all this with me until; he too was gone from me. I get joy from others who share their well kept items instead. After all, having lost an human being to such disastrous consequences; that obviously, is no matter now, to us no more.
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