The seasons in Vermont are spectacular. There are very few places that compare to the beauty we have here: pure white Winter snows, fiery maples in Fall, hillsides in shades of green sprinkled with peach and maroon in Spring, and lush green forests and farmland in Summer. But along with these come two other “seasons” of note: mud season and stick season. Mud season comes when the ground thaws in early spring and our many dirt roads turn to mud. Stick season occurs after the glory of Fall fades and before the snow falls. It is just bare trees in shades of grayed green and brown, with gray skies often as the backdrop. This is mostly November into early December.
I noticed the last several posts to this blog have been reflective of the season, stick season, with its muted, gray tones waiting for the beautiful blanket of white to be spread. With that in mind, I went in search of color. It hadn’t really occurred to me that I was missing color until I spotted a little tangle of yellow wire in the gravel road. Could I find other evidences of color in the bleak landscape? I started looking in earnest. It was easy to find man-made color, but I was searching for God-made color as well. Here’s what I found on my walk that day:
Last night it snowed and the world was covered with that pristine white blanket. The colors are still there of course, just a little harder to find, many hidden from view. But I’m ready for white and will be content with the colors indoors.