This is the season of color and light, and I drink it up, I seem to need it. Some years ago, my daughter brought me a winter light that was supposed to life up depression and boost people who missed the color of the warm seasons.

The light didn’t do much for me, but I did learn to appreciate the special color of winter, and of the winter pasture. Life is beautiful, if I can see it, and I find it especially beautiful to open the back door each morning and see two hanging plants, one lined up behind the other.

Color does life me up, and I do need it.