Starved for color

In the middle of one of the longest winters I am starved for color. There must be a name for this feeling—some medical definition that describes how after being surrounded by blinding snow for three months your heart|mind|soul yearns for bright yummy colors. That must be one of the reasons why I found this honey jar so mesmerizing yesterday. My sweet friend Pam gave me this wonderful hand-carved wooden spoon and I love how it leans into the jar: as if they’re two buddies walking hand in hand. Sometimes inanimate objects can just make one so happy…or am I just nutty from all the snow? Whatever the reason I’m lovin’ this warm colored honey with the perky little spoon. Looking for the beauty anywhere I can find it.