a part of our life

Alabaster, ivory, opal, pearl. Even the names for white are lovely.

I spent the week travelling for work, first to Chicago, then to Kansas City. After the first few days it turned cold, and the snow flurried, but to no avail. It blew across the streets like sugar, but didn't stick.

I think we won't get any proper snow this winter. No whipped cream drifts for the dogs to plow through like maniacs, no downy cloudbursts of feathery flakes, no crystalline silent woods to explore. I think I'll have to get my fix of white elsewhere this year.  

 The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things 

beyond the reach of all personal feeling, 

almost beyond the reach of life. 

Yet such things are a part of our life, 

neither the least noble nor the most terrible. 

~ Frederick Soddy

the prime color of the world

It started raining Friday, and didn't finish until some time late Sunday night. I spent the entire weekend in and around the house, venturing out into the wet when the dogs needed to go, wandering around and peering at all the green. The soft wet pat, pat, pat of rain made a peaceful, friendly melody. 

Every leaf and tree seemed lit from within with a steady green glow that came in the windows and made the house all green and glowy too. 

I  must have lived in the city far too long - I'd nearly forgotten how easily and thoroughly I'm enchanted by rain and leaves and dirt, and the thick gray sky, and the smell of wet wood.

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Green is the prime color of the world, 

and that from which its loveliness arises. 

~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca

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