I also assigned myself some increasing attention to the charms my new home offers. They can, it's true, get lost in the urban concrete, and they can be easier to find on a sunny day than on a grey one (and we've had so many of those lately, day after day after day. After day).
The charms occasionally mean adjusting the dials, especially if the eyes previously had the regular opportunity, each spring, to feast on a swarm of wild white fawn lilies spread under a canopy of trees a three-minute walk from my back door.
But a scarlet jeep juxtaposed against a bright yellow and green building, the whole shouting out under a cloud-studded blue sky. . . and then moving past the jeep, seeing its scarlet accent replaced by a parade of pink cherry blossoms. Well! (the eye has to learn to frame differently, to perform little imaginary PhotoShop actions on grimy concrete walls, on chain link fencing). . . well, that's not nothing. . .
adding Yellow and Red to her wardrobe (yep, she's impatient for Spring as well). You might want to pop over there for a look. As for me, I'll be working on my calming deep breathing as I head for that big chair in the dental office. .