On my family’s pilgrimage to Wisconsin the day my Grandma died, I do believe that Grandma told God to make a beautiful sunset for us.  The picture is a tad blurry due to the fact that I took it in a moving car.  I actually think the picture is pretty that way, in an artsy kind of manner.  When I look at this picture now, I realize that it couldn’t have captured the emotion I felt seeing it in person.  The colors were amazingly vibrant, and the peace that this nature-display emitted soothed my broken heart.  It’s the kind of sunset about which I knew my Grandma would talk for minutes on end.  I can even hear her voice raise in pitch slightly as she exhaled in amazement, “Oh, my land!  Would you look at that?!”  Her hushed and humbled excitement at such things was truly contagious.  I do believe that I inherited her love and amazement for the little things in life.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I’m going to take–or create– the opportunity to share a bit about my favorite color green. As you might soon realize, I love the color green…maybe a little too much.

Last month, my girlfriend and I were able to spend part of the weekend in Tennessee with her parents. It was like a mini-vacation in the middle of the semester. I took a few pictures, and I thought I’d post a couple here that show that nature must really know me. Amidst the mostly gray-brown, dry, winter landscape there were several pops of the most beautiful green color! I just can’t get over the golden hues of green, especially when nature smacks them in my face.

Sigh. What can I say…I love the color green. And those hues? That’s me.