It is ironic that a few weeks ago I was convinced that winter had completely bypassed our little corner of the world. As I chirped about budding branches and peeking bulbs, winter decided I was being altogether too smug. This week we got walloped. Trapped indoors for several days in a world of white everything, my thoughts turned to color.
When wandering the grounds of Andrew Will Winery—on a most beautiful day—I caught a glimpse of these dahlias and I had a moment. As I stared at this particular combination of color and form, the moment amplified. I began to feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and security. This kind of feeling sneaks into me from time to time. I think it comes from simply being alive and for an instant, knowing it deeply.
I am a sentimental person and I think this is why.