New palate.

Perhaps it's the bleakness of winter. Leafless branches. White tail deer in the woods. White foot prints in the white snow. I am compelled to blend in with the world outside my window, a kind of camouflage or delayed hibernation. Simple projects that don't overwhelm, with simple hand done tasks. Tiny bits of embroidery, a French knot here and there. The color of fresh eggs, tea, winter skies, baling twine and hay. Nesting. Preparing for spring... whenever that may be.