I almost named this blog Dappled Grey. Not after the horse, though I do think they're lovely. Nope, I was thinking of this place I call home. The great Pacific Northwest.
Sure, it's a little wet for eight or nine months of the year. Yes, we all own clunky, rubber-soled shoes and/or boots and super high-tech rain coats. And, it's likely that our obsession with coffee (and microbreweries) is rooted in the fact that we're all just trying to keep warm around here. But, believe me when I tell you that this is also one of those magical places in the world. You know the kind - jagged mountains, craggy islands, deep forests, countless waterways, rolling farm land, amazing cities. Not too shabby.
Despite the rumors, we have some brilliantly sunny days, but we also have a lot of grey ones, too. When the clouds come, rolling in from the Pacific and settling down snug and low between our two mountain ranges, each minute of the day has its own greyish tone. My three favorites? The periwinkle haze at dusk, the soft, blueish-grey of the sea blending into the sky, and the dappled grey of a day overwrought with indecision, the sun burning holes where it can.
In the end, it came down to the fact that Dappled Grey was already taken, and I wanted to talk about much more than this sweet spot my relatives settled in eons ago. Family, writing, mom-fail moments, adventures, mundane happenings...never having been too organized of a person, we'll have to see where things go!
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