That grey winter light.
Casting tones that only that hazy shade of winter can.
Only time and sun and years can really make paint peel just perfectly.
Photos of this and that.
Pink petals always delight.
I scrounge around the garden shed for stacks of tiny terracotta pots I made.
Perfect for baby ferns.
The sun is always out in our neck of the woods.
So, the haze is interesting and welcome from time to time.
I love shell collections, do you?
I was always in trouble for packing suitcases of warm wet shells on vacations.
Collecting sea shells, one of my favorite things.
These are an antique collection of shells that I cherish greatly.
Snippets of our little world.
The wonderful sculptural vase below is by artist Nick Tranmer.
(who I learned pottery from actually)
Blue and reds blur into purple hues in this curiously dusted light.
We head out for a walk down our road.
Folks collecting citrus in their garden.
Boys down peaceful paths.
(Miles' teeth marks in leashes, from excitement to go walking)
I don't know why my boys are so good.
One walks on the left, one on the right.
They make sure to stay in their spots.
All on their own.
If they move around, they go back to their spots quickly.
Funny little characters.
The one thing you can count on, on these hazy winter days...
Speaking of old pots.
Below is an old pot, aged perfectly all on its own.
In fact, looks like it even made a space for chalk writing right in the center, no?
I love these hazy days.
They make me want to cuddle up and throw all my chores into the wind.
They make my brain feel hazy too.
Dreaming of sandy beaches...
Warm sand in between toes.
It's been a mild winter here so far.
Hazy days remind us it's not perpetually spring.
And now, I will have the Bangles in my head all day.
Thanks to Simon and Garfunkel.
How are you out in the world?
What are the goings on?
I am so quiet today.
But that can change if I turn up the music ;)