This photo is not in black and white. In this photo is the flowering tree I planted the first spring we lived in our home. It has beautiful pink flowers. In fact all of the snow-covered foliage you see in this photo I have planted over the past 4 1/2 years of being a home owner. One of bushes in the back have tiny yellow flowers, two have neon green leaves with light pink stripes on them, there are red stemmed barberries and there is a hydrangea shrub under all the snow that flowers a pretty baby blue. Right now everything is desaturated to the colors of dirty snow and hibernating brown. There is a reason Crayola doesn’t make those colors. They are not fun. They do not make you smile.
I am done. Yeah a heavy snow fall can be beautiful but I miss colors. Greens. Yellows. Reds. Purples.
Spring, where are you?
As I type that question I am hearing Elise’s voice in my head. She has a very distinct way of letting us know she is awake. She opens her door and looks down the hall with her hands on the baby gate calling for me, “MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU?! I’M DONE NOW! MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU?!” I really should get video of it, it is sweet. Well it starts off sweet anyway. The first time she asks “Mommy, Where are you?” it’s as if I were there a minute ago not the actual 12 hours previously when I said goodnight before Tim puts her to sleep. It is like, Hey where did my pen go? or Where did I place my cup of coffee? It escalates from sweetness to shouting in about 3 minutes, which isn’t sweet. She shouts the same thing over and over. “MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU? I’M DONE NOW! MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU? I WAKE UP NOW!” It is annoying. I will think it is sweet again when the sun shines and it actually warms things up and doesn’t just get your hopes up for a balmy 34 degrees, when in reality the minute you step outside the freezing wind and barely above zero temps freeze you to the core.