Winter is not my favourite season… and it’s not because of the outrageous heating bills, the terror of driving in whiteouts, the dodging black ice in the grocery store parking lot, the shortened hours of daylight, the cancelled music concerts, or the wind that blew most of the songbirds south.
It’s because I need colour.
I am a devout gardener; my front and back yards are riots of colours for three seasons. Spring and summer and fall each have their own colour-filled delights and they never last long enough. And I’m a visual artist. I sell paintings filled with a range of colours that convey every mood and emotion you can put on canvas. Every room in my house is painted a different colour.
And yet where do I live? In a Snow Belt. Read more