Sometimes folk who summer here decide to winter over.
That’s when they meet the Grey Lady.
Grey skies and sullen seas.
You have to look for color in the off-season:
On an empty ferry.
Even my own mother doesn’t visit in the winter.
But the hens lay colorful eggs.
The little one in the middle is a ‘first egg of the season’
Always a celebrated egg.
And a greenhouse grin for
a chinese cabbage harvest.
Spring rolls for supper!
Those who winter over learn to
appreciate God’s gift of color
wherever they find it.