November is an odd time of the year to redecorate. But we’ve had to rebuild walls to rebuild relationships (a nod to Frost), and I’ve been staring at color swatches.

Forest greens and rich mustard colors.

I heard the other day that infants stare longest at deep yellows, and that only as we age do we associate yellow with the unpleasant (I’m sure said infants themselves play a role in this fact).

Maybe I am choosing these saturated colors in an attempt to settle into a womb of some sort.

It’s that time of year. That time of life.