OH MY GOSH! TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING! GASP!!
Here in Montana the only sign of spring is the note on our calendars. First Day of Spring.
While Montana lies dormant in whites, greys and browns, the rest of the country is completely aware of spring. For them, it is literally popping up all over. My dear friend, Sunny, in California reports daily with photos of the Wisteria beautifully dangling over quaint doors, the scent of citrus fruit temptingly hanging on trees and flowers, oh yes, flowers all over the place! Sigh.
Our world here in Montana is currently cleansing its’ color palette, getting ready for the riotous colors of spring, summer and fall. Sure we don’t have the long growing periods like other parts of the country, but when our spring bursts on the scene, WE ARE READY!
Let me make an analogy to the fine art of tasting wine. When at a wine tasting, one sips a fine wine, then before tasting another, cleanses the palette. Thus, the next wine can be deeply appreciated and tasted to the fullest. By cleansing the palette, all of the wine connoisseur’s senses are reset for the next delight. Each wine can be deeply appreciated. Cleansing the palette is paramount to heightening the experience.
Same thing happens here in Montana, during the long winters, we cleanse our color palettes. Some places have flowers all year round, but not in Montana. Several years ago I realized that up north, it is different, we are fine connoisseurs of color. After a riotous autumn, our color senses are completely cleansed. Pure color disappears from the landscape. Snow sets in up here and our world turns to white, and shades of brown and grey. Even the stately pine trees seem to turn to a dark non-descript blackish green. For months, pure colors are gone and we only see these neutrals. The color palettes of our eyes are resting and resetting, getting ready for the burst of spring and summer. When our colors finally come, our senses are so ready; the colors knock us off our feet!
In 1993, I traveled down to Venezuela to help build a community center for a village. It was January and Montana was locked in 40 below zero. Arriving in Caracas, I was thrilled by the lush color everywhere. Venezuela sits on the Equator and has flowers all year round. For two weeks we worked side by side with the villagers, enjoying their company and drinking in the jungle sights and sounds. Then the community center was built, we flew home in one day.
Stepping off the plane in Bozeman, I was shocked by the lack of color, somehow I had not really been aware of the sharp difference until that moment, when less than 24 hours I had been bathed in a rainbow of colors. What struck me then and still amazes me, is how, up here in Montana, during the long winters, our color senses are given a rest to reset and really appreciate the color when it comes back to Montana.
Looking out today, our snow is almost all melted revealing brown and gray gardens, grasses, fields and mountains. The pine trees are dotted with water droplets of melting snow. (Oops, here comes a little snowflake.) So, no, it is not the end of our snow, there will be more snow, more melting, more snow, more melting… but each time it melts we are closer and closer to being splashed in the face with glorious color.
It’s coming, IT IS COMING! Hang on senses. Get your eyes ready!
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