Mid-Winter Walk: Colors I Love

Yes, I'm afraid in these parts it is still very much mid-winter.  You can't tell from these photos, but just around a muddy bend the path turns to hard-packed snow and treacherous ice.  Not exactly Olympic trail kind of stuff, but it can certainly send you spout over teakettle.

I shot these photos because I adore the colors this time of year: bone and straw and faded lace.  I could decorate a whole house just in these shades.  Imagine coming home and feeling almost like you'd walked into a beautiful sepia photograph.  And I'd tuck little vases and jars of brightly-hued ranunculus and stock and roses just for punches of color in surprising spots: on the little plate shelf above the kitchen sink or on an old bamboo bookcase near the back stairs.

Ah, this is a week for daydreaming about old wooden floors and fresh-baked shortbread.  Sunlight is slanting through the windows with more zest, and the sunbeams in my house in late afternoon shimmer golden.  You see, there are some benefits to forgetting to dust the furniture; all those dust motes look so pretty when the light hits them.  Some call it dirt.  I call it atmosphere.

Wishing you a golden weekend.