a moroccan winter
Do you know what the difference between winter in Finland and Morocco is? Well, here’s the answer: colour.
In good years, winter in Finland is white with a dash of blue – the ground, the lakes, the sea, the trees and the houses are covered in snow and ice, and the sky is a magical, clear blue (if you don’t believe me, have a look here and here). In bad years, winter is a uniform, dark grey. The colour palette is as discreet as the lives of plants and animals during the same time.
Winter in Morocco, on the other hand, is a marvellous mishmash of colour – deep and light green, red, orange, yellow, blue, there’s even the occasional rainbow! It’s almost as if Morocco stole all the colours from Finland for a while.
To be fair, I’ve spent many more winters in Finland than in Morocco, so take my truth with a pinch of salt. Or snow, if you have any.
Our roof cover is especially beautiful this time of the year, and the colours unusually vibrant right after the rain.
Something that might explain the differences between the North-African country I live in now and the North-European country I’ve spent most of my life in is that in Finland, winter is the dry season, with all the water tied into snow and ice (if we’re lucky), whereas in Morocco, winter is the wet season. Water = colour (it’s a law of physics I just discovered).
In the garden.
Detail from home.
See what I mean when I say rainy season?
Even our beautiful dog enjoys the flower-covered fields!