The Colors of Winter
By , on January 3rd, 2009
Quick walk through the garden this morning. Sleeping plants. Dead stems and branches. I pull my shawl tighter around my shoulders.
Cold this morning. Frosty.
The colors of winter stare at me. Hundreds of shades of brown. Almost black. Wintery whites. Could be silver if you stand just right. Some green. Pretty especially the pale green.
How can three colors be so varied? Copious thoughts fill my mind — things that should be in my garden journal. Must work on my nature sketches. So must my daughter.
In my mind’s eye I see a room gorgeously decorated in just three colors. A multitude of browns, wintery whites and pale greens. I want to be there.
I emerge from the tangle of thoughts of colors and remember my word for 2009. Clarity.
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About Lynn
I am the mother of four delightful children: a 23-year-old son, a 20-year-old son, a 17-year-old son, and a bright and bubbly 13-year-old daughter. I share an apartment home with my 17-year-old son and 13-year-old daughter. My little home on the internet is called Rose Cottage because of my love for gardening, roses, and all things romantic and Victorian. Welcome.
I'm a North Carolina girl and I love sharing North Carolina links and information. I do medical transcription from home. My hobbies include making sweet little dolls from clay who are named and have their own stories to tell. I also make old-fashioned brooches. These are for sale in my Etsy shop.
For 13 years continuously, I homeschooled some or all of our four children, but the time came that our homeschool had to be closed. It was the end of a beautiful chapter in my life. I will always be a strong supporter of homeschooling and I will continue to review books and maintain my homeschool website, The Healthy Homeschool. The Players
Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 20
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
Contact Me 
I would  for you to leave a comment, but you can also e-mail me at lynn AT thehealthyhomeschool.com
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Isn’t it amazing how the colors of winter vary in different places.
We seldom get ice up here… mostly snow. The Lord is an splendid artist… and I am thankful for the gift of sight.
Be blessed in 2009 my sweet friend.
Patricia
How lovely! I was just thinking the same thing today, how awesome are the stark colors of winter. Truly peaceful and calming.
And “clarity”, that would be a good girl’s name!
Love,
Marqueta
Hi, Lynn,
Your pictures are beautiful! My daughter caught me gazing out at my perennial garden this morning – the stems looked so pretty sticking out of the snow. One of the reasons I love the winter is because I love being able to look into the woods from afar. I love to see the nests and the trails left by critters taking their daily walks.
Also, I see from your last post that we have the same kind of old pulley windows. Thanks for the great idea for the drafts!
–Liane
What a beautiful post Lynn. I just love it when you share about your garden and walks.