I have always liked the browns and blacks of life.
My favorite weather is a winter day with no leaves on the trees and plenty of clouds in the sky. Add some fog and it’s perfect.
My husband calls me morbid. I cannot help it. One of my first embroidery projects was with black thread on brown fabric, a pillow cover. I loved it.
And that is one reason I love living amongst the trees: They go dormant and change to my favorite view.
And I love the way canning food changes its color. Oh, we have jars of brilliant beets and carrots, but I much prefer the lovely, lovely pickles and figs:
And although eggs can come in the starkest of white, the browns on these beauties draws me in to gaze and contemplate with awe.:
I like the reds, yellows, and blues, okay, but usually find them harsh and I call them attack colors.
Brown, though, is my favorite color. Calming, cooling, rich, and quiet, brown makes me smile. Or gray. Yeah, gray is good, too.