Our home is nestled in the valley formed by the Berkshire Hills and Taconic Range. Depending on the weather, the season, or time of day these mountains wear just about every color imaginable. The pink of sunrise, the purple of the end of the day, the white frosting of winter, the autumn fiery reds and oranges, and the fresh bright green of Spring. Today, the mountains were gray, plain and simple. The overcast sky and absence of foliage set the stage for a stark, bleak November landscape. I went to pick up our share of vegetables at Caretaker Farm this morning. We now find the vegetables in the root cellar. I packed up my bag with dirt covered carrots, potatoes, beets, and parsnips. The farmers leave these root vegetables dirty because the dirt extends their life in storage. Once home, I rolled up my sleeves and started scrubbing. Behold, what was once a dusty, dirty, muddy mess was transformed into a pile of jeweled-colored beauties. A satisfying contrast to the gray day. I offer you some color today.