Friday, January 24, 2020

Friday Ramble - Little Blue

Weary of deep snow and icy cold, I am a little tired of the color blue at times too, no matter how intensely blue the sky or snowdrifts or spruce trees or the cast iron crane out on the deck. Its migratory kin have been gone for months, but our splendid metal bird is frozen in place, and it is well and truly stuck until springtime rolls around again. I like looking at it.

There are some lovely words for blue in the English language: azure, beryl, cerulean, cobalt, indigo, lapis lazuli, royal, sapphire, turquoise, ultramarine, to name just a few. I recite them like a litany under my breath as I look out at our sleeping garden with mug in hand or break a trail into the woods.

Just when I decide that I am all wintered out and will not sketch another icicle or frame another photo of such things, another eloquent winter composition presents itself to the eye. Something curved or fragile or delicately robed in snow shows up and begs rapt and focused attention. Glossy bubbles dance in the icicles above a frozen creek in the Lanark highlands. Snow crystals adorn the evergreens over my head and make them blaze like diamonds. As Beau and I wander along, faded and tattered oak leaves flutter down to lie on the trail at our feet. Pine and spruce cones cast vivid blue shadows in pools of early morning sunlight. Is there anything on the planet as fine as the scent of snowy blue spruce boughs in late January? Look closely, and every needle is wearing stars.

Small and perfect, complete within itself, each entity conveys an elemental serenity and equilibrium, lowers the blood pressure and stills the breathing, returns eyes and focus to simplicity and grace and just plain old being here. Beau looks up at me, grinning and wagging his tail, and for a minute or two, my sadness takes a step backward. These scraps of time on the edge of the woods will have to be enough. They are, and they are more than enough.

There are worlds great and small everywhere, worlds within and worlds without. Every one is a wonder to behold and remember with my eyes and patient recording lens. Surely, I can do this for a little while longer.

3 comments:

Pienosole said...

Yes,and thank you. 🙏🏻❤️

Barbara R. said...

We are one among many...the spaces between the things we see, smell and taste...even hear or touch. Knitted into this wonder.

Kiki said...

This is SOOOOO amazing. Nearly as much as your incredibly beautiful words! Yes, and YES to all of them. Wishing you a peaceful day/night.