This is why I love living in New England- there is an ever-changing palette of colors. Over the last 60 days here in Vermont the landscape has gone form intensely green to vividly yellow and orange to warmly brown and gray to now all white with the first snow of the year.
I am not talking about parts of the landscape, I am talking about the entire landscape- green in September, yellow/orange in October, gray/brown in early November to all white today and for the days to come. The entire world here changes color schemes. What was once green is suddenly yellow then brown then white. Blink and the world is freshly painted. Blink again and suddenly a decorator has been by, blink once more and the world is bare naked and blink blink blink the world is soft and white. It is like Moms Nature is going through her closet trying on outfits for an elegant night out.
How do people live in a one color landscape? It seems awfully dull. Uniformity is not all it is cracked up to be- predictability is just so…predictable. Give me change and chaos any day. And while you are at it, give me the solace of the turning seasons. As far as I am concerned, Moms Nature can rummage around in her closet all she wants.