It’s spring in the US and the stores have been awash with pastel colors. We associate pastel colors with spring, I’m not sure why. Our gardens will soon be full of vibrant reds, purples, yellows and blues. Green is everywhere too. So why do we pick pastels for springtime? Perhaps it has something to do with babies. We choose primary colors for toddlers and pastels for babies. Spring is the time for the very young, animals and humans and all things new. That may be a stretch, but it’s all I have.
Summer colors are more vibrant, bright, primary colors. The year is a toddler? That would make more sense if the year started in March, rather than January. I don’t even know if I am the only one who associates bright yellow, reds, blues and greens with summer. I don’t think so, but I don’t know why I think that. I guess it’s because the grass is so green, the sun is so yellow and the sky is often so blue. Even the summer flowers seem bright and cheerful.
Fall colors are more earth toned. That’s because the grass is going dormant and not so green. Leaves turn red and yellow, then to brown. The sky is still bright blue, when the sun is out. There is less green and more brown to the world. There is beauty in the colors of the autumn, but it’s tinged with a bit of sadness or depression. Well, for me anyway and even then it is more sadness than depression. Fall, though beautiful, is not my favorite season. That’s because I hate to be cold and that is what autumn heralds, the coming of winter and the cold.
Winter is all white and stark, with some blue and brown, but mostly dullness. At least that’s the way it is here in Michigan. Winter is either white and sparkling or dull and gray with some muddy brown thrown in for extra misery. Winter is a dangerous time with thin sheets of ice on the roads that we call black ice. The roads are slick and dangerous. The temperature itself can be dangerous, although it does get colder elsewhere. Even the evergreens lose their vibrancy in winter. It all seems so dull to my eyes. I associate white with cold, probably because snow is white (for the most part) and what is snow but frozen crystals of water and very cold.
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t like to be cold. I prefer the hot weather of summer, which I associate with brilliant blues, yellows and greens. I am a water baby, not a snow bunny. I only hurt myself when I tried winter sports, I fell while ice skating and pinched a nerve in my shoulder. I broadsided a tree while sledding. Maybe that’s why I am not so fond of winter. Just last winter, I slipped in my own driveway and fell flat on my back. I have never been able to establish a friendship with ice and snow. Irving Berlin only dreamt of a White Christmas because it had been a long time since he’d had to shovel the stuff.