The market was filled with the orange of the citrus winter fruit. Oranges appeared decorating tables, in candle holders, and carried with the green of the tree in market bags.
Now, the wisteria hangs gently over the ancient stone walls of the villages. The purple a greeting to spring. My daffodils are in bloom in the courtyard, another sign that warmth is arriving again.
Ah, but here in Colorado, our color remains white. Maybe in another month, we shall see some of the colors of the South of France.