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“I wike bown.” the little three year old girl said. She was circling her paintbrush loaded with brown paint around and around on her smooth paper.

“I like brown, too,” I replied, a little surprised. But the paint was a nice brown color, smooth and rich.

As I was taking a walk yesterday, I noticed that we are in the season of brown. Winter has not brought us much snow this year. The naked trees reveal brown treasures: a papery wasp’s nest hanging from a low branch and leafy round squirrels’ nests up high in the tree tops.

I dare say that if you ask people what their favorite color is, they won’t say brown. Yet brown is all around us. Mix those wonderful primary colors together; yellow, blue and red, and what do you get? Brown.

Do we take brown for granted?

 

The hydrangea blooms have faded away to a gentle, fragile brown.

What is your favorite color?

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