A Little Color

"Don't forget a little color!" That was the last thing my mom would say as I headed out to school or church or on a date or anywhere in public, for that matter. A little red or pink on the lips kept you from looking dead. At least that is the take we had on it in west Texas. You may have been up all night typing a term paper or tending a sick child, but a little color made the next dawn bright for those who had to look at your sorry old self.

As I look out my window, the colors of winter are bleak. Muddy browns. Washed out grays. The only bright spot is the beer can someone threw out their car window. So I give you a present of color. Compliments of God, the master mixer of paints. Enjoy! Joni