Winter in Colorado isn’t my favorite. There, I said it.
The image of a Colorado Winter is Aspen perfection, all powdery snow and fluffy, (translation, expensive), apres-ski wardrobes. And don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate a good old fashioned snow storm, the insulated quiet of the event, hot chocolate with marshmallows, and the diamond dazzle of the morning after.
But most of us live on the Front Range. The good ol’ Front Range where the reality of a Colorado Winter is, well, mostly brown. Close your eyes and imagine the brownest browns in the crayon box.
You know the ones.
Dormant grass, dormant trees, (dormant sounds better than ‘dead’), and endless stretches of sepia tone. On my little Suburban Farm the views include pastures, fences, horses, falling down loafing sheds, random chickens, coyotes (sometimes chasing the chickens), and a peek of the Rocky Mountains.
Well, on this November Winter day I pledged to find the beauty. And it revealed itself to me in the most common of packages, including Mrs. Buttersworth’s pancakes, watching cartoons, a silhouette of trees, the sunset, and sleepy kitty paws.
I hope you’ll join me on the (mis) adventures ‘surviving’ with my family and carnival of furry friends on our Colorado Suburban Farm. (Although my grumpy husband already said..”I don’t want my picture showing up on your blog or whatever”. Ha! Ha!)
Come on in! Stay a while!
(Winter, ugh, brown. I told you).
