Colors of Winter | Cleveland Food Photographer
While I know that winter in Cleveland doesn't really begin until mid to late January, I still think of it as ending after the holiday's. Every year, my mind plays this little trick on me. Which is funny, really, as I love the winter. Maybe it's the whole new year's resolution thing - I always want to declutter, organize and deep clean the house. I suppose it's only natural that my mind interprets cleaning with spring. Maybe?
Anyway. It's snowing right now and blistering cold. I'm wearing a scarf and a hat, with a cup of hot tea balancing in my lap. The dogs are intertwined into one as they snooze on the couch and the cat is asleep on his favorite radiator. Whatever game my mind is playing, there is no denying that winter has only just begun.
But then I remember what is sitting in my fruit bowl, and with the cheerful colors hidden beneath the thick peel of winter's fruit, again, I am daydreaming of blue skies and curtains dancing in the wind...