Tuesday, November 04, 2008
The scent of hope
I swear I could smell hope, mixed with wood smoke, in the air as I walked Esther to school this morning. It hung low, just below the hill tops, mingling with the early morning mist-- in no hurry to rise up and disperse.
I felt as if I was walking through a painting. Something from VanGogh maybe. Something colorful, yet stark and muted. Something incredibly romantic and provoking.
The trees are so dark without their leaves. The red of the barberry bush, no longer in competition with the bright foliage, stands out like a bold,opinionated statement. My eyes are thankful to rest upon these vibrant flashes of color in an otherwise brown, gray landscape.
And that hope smells good enough to eat.
Newish Momformation posts up here and here.