Day 269 – Winter Berries

Winter Berries

Day 269

Nature rarer uses Yellow by Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue

Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover’s Words.

•••••

“What are ya?  Yellah?”
“Ya, yellah-bellied sap sucker!”
They call me Mellow Yellow.  Quite right.”
“Everything that is yellow is not gold.”
“Don’t eat yellow snow.”
“Silence is not always golden; sometimes it is yellow.”
“If it’s yellow let it mellow…if it’s brown flush it down!!”
If you are like me, yellow conjures feelings of warmth, of sunshine and of happiness.  Yellow is the dress I wore in 5th grade; pale yellow with chiffon accordion-pleated sleeves and every girl I knew wanted that dress.  Yellow is the tree in my mother’s yard that in the fall makes everything glow under the gray skies.  Yellow is the color of permanence and commitment in a band around my finger.  Yellow is tart and crisp in an apple pie and in a lemon meringue pie.  Yellow is the scent of a narcissus in the spring air.
Yellow is unappreciated, I think – it isn’t as flashy and bold as red, orange and purple, as calming as blue and green and it has the reputation of being cowardly.  But maybe we are all confusing yellow’s sensitivity with fear; yellow is unassuming and doesn’t mind letting the other colors hog the spotlight.  It will be right there, tucked away and at the ready, when we need a bit of warmth.
“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.”  ~ Vincent Van Gogh
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Day 262 – Blue Aqua Azure Cobalt Cerulean

Blue Aqua Azure Cobalt Cerulean

Day 262 –

Fragmentary Blue by Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)–
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

I wonder what it is about a certain color that gives us so much pleasure?  Blue is the color that does not give me the blues or the mean reds.  This particular shade of blue makes me very happy indeed.
There really isn’t any color I find repulsive, however there are some I wouldn’t want to have to look at for eternity; ocher and light sea-foam are two of them.  I have found that my taste in color has changed through the years as well.  Red used to be “it” for me.  If it was red, it was perfect.  In fact, when I married, the color choices were red and black – red flowers, red cummerbunds and ties, red lights, red everything except my dress and the bridesmaids.  They were in black because red looked like death on two of them.  I am sure that somewhere in my childhood light red, okay, PINK, was the color of choice but I only remember the bright red being ‘the color.’
Then somewhere along the line, blue crept into the picture.  And not just any blue.  Look closely at the shade of blue above. Please dig into the recesses of your memory and tell me where that color would be most familiar.  Think harder.  Think police car and the lights on top of it.  Oh yeah….  That is my FAVORITE shade of blue.  When I drive by someone who is pulled over, I am not wondering why the sap was stopped by the police.  I am looking at the shiny blue lights on top of the car.  And if it is night-time?  I see it coming and going and my eyes are almost giddy with delight.
What color stops you in your tracks?

Day 243 – The Little One Nestled in my Heart

The Little One Nestled in my Heart

Day 243

For My Daughter by David Ignatow

When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.

When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.

She is 12 now.  The baby.  The youngest.  The last one that I will bear.  I am happy and I am sad.  She is funny, smart, loving, compassionate, beautiful.  She is growing up.  I can hardly bear the thought.  Each morning, Monday through Friday she is curled up next to me, warm and soft, breathing deeply, sometimes twitching in dreams.  Each morning I look into her sleepy eyes and am undone in my love for her.  Soon enough, too soon, her warmth and breath will be too old to wake up next to her mother.  But for now, she is still a little girl and I will wake up with her in the  morning, undone once more.

The Little One Nestled in my Heart - 12

Day 240 – Outside the Lines

Outside the Lines

Day 240

Lines by Martha Collins

Draw a line. Write a line. There.
Stay in line, hold the line, a glance
between the lines is fine but don’t
turn corners, cross, cut in, go over
or out, between two points of no
return’s a line of flight, between
two points of view’s a line of vision.
But a line of thought is rarely
straight, an open line’s no party
line, however fine your point.
A line of fire communicates, but drop
your weapons and drop your line,
consider the shortest distance from x
to y, let x be me, let y be you.
I don’t always like to color inside of the lines, however most of my time is spent safe within the boundaries, nice and comfy.  I like how it looks inside the lines and I like how it looks outside the lines, but I don’t have to travel outside that often, at least not far.  When I go outside those lines, invariably someone is going to get upset because I am disrupting his or her lines.  I have been coloring outside of my lines quite a lot recently, going against the flow, and the coloring book is looking a little messy, but wow!  The colors are amazing!  It is too bad not everyone understands my art…

Day 235 – Coloring One Dream at a Time

Coloring One Dream at a Time

Day 235

To Dream in Color by Richard McLin

 Do you dream in color? Does the pain and sorrow of your day follow you into night, or is that the only time you can escape? Where you close your eyes and see oceans, dolphins, and other beauties, other miracles.

Do you dream in color? Do you recall everything you did during the day, just to replay it in your head? Maybe hoping to get things right this time around. When you close your eyes do you see yourself doing all the chores, all the errands you forgot to accomplish? Perhaps you see yourself as an adventurer or a pirate. Something grander, more romantic than yourself.

Do you dream in color? Do you see your life and watch all the missed opportunities? When you close your eyes do you see the one who got away, or the job you wanted but another person received. Perhaps you see yourself as a king, or queen, a person with the power to control lives.

I dream in color. I see the events of the day, and of the night. I see myself doing all the things that I forgot to do. When I close my eyes I see myself just as I am, for that is the most exciting, and I see myself with my lover, for that is the most romantic dream of all.

•••••••

I was asking my family, the other day, if each of them dreams in black and white or color.  I was quite surprised to find that not one of them dreams in color on a regular basis.  Each of my dreams is composed with a lot of color, sometimes rich and vivid and dripping with color and at other times it looks like the color I experience in my everyday day – but never black and white.  Last night’s dream had me walking out to the parking lot after work and finding that my car was gone.  I looked everywhere and saw a burgundy van, a tan Honda and a red convertible, but nothing but blank space where my car was supposed to be!  And in my dream, the police officer told me that it was my problem to look for the car because obviously I was not watching it closely enough.  My most frequent dreams involve the seashore and sea shells – the sea varies in color from a deep turquoise to bluish wind tossed waves that crash onto a brown or tan sandy shore.  The seashells always vary in color from peach to pink to lavender to white and they always have an iridescent interior and sometimes I am carrying a multicolored umbrella.

I think that it surprises me the most that my daughter, the artistic one, does not dream in color – she gave me a strange look when I told her that I do.  My son, the logical one, on the other hand sporadically dreams in color.  Go figure.

And now onto  some official business — I have been tagged by none other than Kathryn (the Great) Sparks! I haven’t responded to a tag in a long while – I think the last one was 2 years ago – there just aren’t a lot of good quality tags out and about in the wilds of Facebook.  And now, to appease your curiosity, and mine:

1. Describe yourself in seven words.

I decided to have a bit of fun with this and I am going to let the letters of my first name do the work for me:

C = Creative

Y = Youthful (without actually being young and nubile any longer!)

N = Noisy

T = Thoughtful

H = Happy (for the most part)

I =   Itchy

A = Absentminded (it’s true)

2. What keeps you up at night?

The next photo that needs editing;  the next page that simply must be turned; Angry Birds; House Hunters International;my poor aching back; sometimes my very own snoring.

3. Whom would you like to be?

I would like to stay just who I am – I don’t believe that God makes any mistakes!

4. What are you wearing now?

A pink long-sleeved tee and ivory Sherpa lined zip-up hoodie,  my favorite blue jeans that hang just a bit too much and my softest white socks.

5. What scares you?

Spiders.  Spiders on a boat over water so deep that it looks black.  Spiders in really high places.  Spiders that follow me in a dark parking lot. Spiders that won’t let me pay my bills.  Spiders that keep me from my loved ones.  Spiders that will take me too soon from my children.  Spiders that cause colon cancer.

6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?

Best:  The opportunity to meet new people, have meetings of the mind and maybe to find a kindred spirit or two.

Worst:  The total anonymity that it affords a person who wants to do another ill and the lack of actual personal contact that can make it so impersonal at times.

7. What was the last website you looked at?

I just happened to be over at YouTube watching Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks in order to post a link to a group I was shanghaied into on Facebook that goes by the improbable name Eric’s Minions aka The Ericinians.

8. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

I need to pray more.

9. Slankets – yes or no?

Well, I am off to Google this one because I have no idea what a Slanket is….. Okay, it is like a Snuggie, one of which I was given last Christmas and promptly handed it over to my daughter – she wears it backward and it drags along the floor behind her while the cats chase it.  So I am going to give this one a NO.

10. Tell us something about the person who tagged you.

What can I say about Kathryn?  I could give you the cold hard facts as she has told them to us, but I prefer to stick with my impressions.  Kathryn is warm, witty, smart, caring, empathetic, artistic, creative and colorful.  I think Kathryn MUST dream in color!

Whom are you going to tag to join the quiz?

I am going out on a limb here and tagging only four fabu bloggers, all of them quite different and all of whom I admire:

Life by the Creek

Happiness to be Had

Rama Ink.

365 + K. Ballou

Day 228 – After Mom Called

After Mom Called

Day 228

After Sunset by William Allingham

The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun’s death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
Through voiceless vales, o’er lawn and purpled hill
And hazéd mead, her mystery to fulfil.
Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind
Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will,–
Tho’ all the wood, alive atop with wings
Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks,
Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks.
Now every sound at length is hush’d away.
These few are sacred moments. One more Day
Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.
••••••••••••••••••••
I drove today.  I drove and drove and drove.  For hours.  My camera rode in the seat beside me.  In in all of those miles I drove,  I saw many things.
I saw… horses, cows,
barns, buggies,
trees, streams,
a Coke bottle on the side of the road,
silos, fences,
traffic lights, intersections,
overpasses, restaurants,
banks, car dealerships,
dirty piles of snow, factories,
trash cans,
the sun sparkling on lakes and ponds,
the Bristol Playhouse, flags waving in the breeze,
a Christmas tree farm, old abandoned homes…..
But I did not find one single thing that wanted me to photograph it.  Not even one.   After that long drive I needed to meditate and consider what the backs of my eyelids look like for a few minutes.  Then my mom called, “Cyndi, I want you to go outside with your camera and look at the sky.  It looks like one of your Mt. St. Helen ash ornaments.”
And so it did.

Day 220 – It Sparkles Like Glass

It Sparkles Like Glass

Day 220 –

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Samantha and I took in a ice sculpture festival in nearby Shipshewana this evening.  Actually, we took in the dregs of the festival as the ice melted from crumbling sculptures and ran in little streams along the darkened sidewalks and streets.  It was hard to tell what some of the sculptures were after the relative warmth of the day got to them, but what was left of each was so sparkly and pretty.  I really couldn’t decide which photo I liked the best tonight and as a result, I am posting five of them.  Unheard of!!!!  And now I am off to look at the backs of my eyelids for a few hours and maybe a sweet dream or two.  Have a lovely Friday, dear friends; I will try to visit you all throughout the day.  Muah!

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. ~William Blake

O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination. ~Terri Guillemets

One kind word can warm three winter months. ~Japanese Proverb