Why do winter and white seem to flow together? It might be the thought of snow
(only a thought here this winter), or the starkness and sort of "cleanness" of white,
related to a new year, cleaning out, a fresh start.
Once Christmas was cleaned off the mantle I hung up a much loved photo
of my mother's family, and thought "white." Easy to accomplish a white mantle
with my love/collection of pitchers, especially white ones. My eye is so pleased to
look upon pretty shapes in all sizes. I actually filled the mantle all the way
across with a full line-up but it was voted down by the
Gardener as "w-a-y" too much. I trust his good eye for decor.
I married a renaissance man.
Have you heard that expression?