Am I the only one who feels a certain degree of color depravation after several months of winter? I know I’m still drinking in the colors, smells and feels of summer storing them up like insulation for the winter. The year the colors seem to be especially vibrant.

The yellow canola is so bright.

The green crops are so green.

The ditches are full of wild flowers and they seem so much brighter than normal as if they pop right out from their hiding places in the grass.

It could be my imagination–after all, my imagination tends to be very active–but aren’t the cows even browner (or redder) than usual.

All I can say is I’m enjoying the colors of summer.

As Julia Cameron urges–I am refilling my creative well.

A quote from her book, The Artist’s Way… Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.” 

This year the blades are really growing as are the leaves and flowers and grains.