its fall, its not the right season to be talking about sprouts or thinking about them… i guess… even the color is wrong. gah.
but then you look around here, the new england color palette is much more complex than you think. maybe i’ve been with little ones too long, but the primaries just don’t cut it. there’s purple out there, and fresh, lithe green… amongst the oranges and the burgundy…and brown is a pretty dynamic color after all..
so maybe you can handle my sprouts-y talk…
out my back window, a window i don’t think i have ever appreciated except now, now that i spin in an office chair and see whats around… the yellow of the light touches everything, doesn’t it… and the blues of the shadows… the greyscale of the window…
pink hydrangea out the other window… dusty rose… there’s no other season it can be but fall… something about the light…
sigh. i think i’m forgetting what i set out to talk about… something about growth and sprout…
i know what it is… and how i’m going to talk about it… but my mind is taking a color walk…and so i’ll get back to it tomorrow…
lurve lurve… kate
