“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?
What is your favorite color?