My sister-in-law was visiting this weekend from Los Angeles and asked "why is everything brown in your backyard"? I almost spit out my coffee. Isn't it obvious? But no, when she's visited before in the winter, the ground and trees have been covered with snow and bright evergreens providing a pretty scene of contrast. It never really occurred to her that beneath that fluffy blanket, everything lies dead or dormant.
When there is no snow, the yards and lots of Boston look more grim than any winter desert in California, mostly because of rotting leaves, mounds of mud and dead tree limbs, all presenting the same dreary brown.
My sister-in-law is here for a sudden death in her son-in-law's family. They've asked for 'blue and wild - not fussy or formal". The prettiest flowers this morning were lavender and cream. I bought lots of these colors and used them for everything we did today: get well, sympathy. It was that kind of day.