With a wet winter and spring, Nevada has turned green, and the wildflowers are bringing bright splashes of color to the hills.
It led me to reflect on the importance of color; when the day turned gray yesterday I was so happy to look out over my colorful art boards in the back yard, and to the petunias and geraniums in the front planters.
I love the bright colors that I see as I travel around the world.
Recently I learned that an American hotel chain has signed a contract to refurbish and manage some of the old hotels in Cuba that are showing their age and lack of upkeep.
While I’m glad that the ratty rugs and dirty staircases will be upgraded, I wonder if the charm of their fearless use of color will be whitewashed away…