Looking back through photo's from the year so far I can't help but feel a little trapped by the grey of winter. We seem to be inside so much more, the days are cold and the nights are freezing. We have had so much rain that the grassy area out the front of our house has become a huge mud pile.
I'm missing the sun on my skin, being outside in the garden with our kids, dogs, chooks & ducks, hanging washing on the line under a big summer sky.
It's not that I hate winter, maybe I just need to work harder at finding the beauty, the simple joy of the colder months. Snuggling up in bed, comfort food, my warm boots, black nights & frosty mornings, spooky mist and the promise of snow. Reading amazing books, snuggling with my family, being cosy. And the colours of Winter, so many different shades, are really there if I open my eyes.
Sunday's prayer table.
Splices of rainbow linen.
Rosella's outside my window.
Blue skies on the way to Ballarat.
So even though it's cold and grey alot of the time, I'm finding colour everywhere. It's not as obvious, but it's there if I look a little deeper. Although the warmer months seem to shine brighter, are more brilliant, the colours popping and exploding before your eyes, it's in winter that we experience a more subdued beauty, perhaps a quieter kind of space.
One of the best things about living in the country is that we get to experience every season,
to see the changes and ride with them.
Are you having a warm & cosy weekend? Perhaps you are living somewhere hot & humid.
Wherever you are I hope you find some colour in your day.
See you soon xo