It’s a neutral palette out there. Sky the color of lambs wool. A faded hydrangea boasts the strongest color from my window, looking like strong coffee with milk. Even the evergreens are hushed on this gray-sky day—their greens are almost the black of Scottish tartan.
Spring does not feel close.
Despite ice pellets that turned to snow, the chickens left their little house to peck about and get some fresh air. Their eggs are a daily gift and the hues of cocoa, peach and pale blue feel nearly vivid in this muted winter world.