“I don’t have time,” my grandfather said, “to dither around and stand on my head, pretending that crimson is blue, not red— just tell me the truth, if you please.
“I’m much too old for being lied to, so tell me the truth about the rose hue that colors the sky when the day is through and adds a bright blush to the trees.
“Some call it red and some call it pink, some call it strawberry wine-colored ink; I call it rubicund, that’s what I think— now leave me alone, if you please.”
Bright red bell peppers -what a creative idea!
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“I don’t have time,” my grandfather said,
“to dither around and stand on my head,
pretending that crimson is blue, not red—
just tell me the truth, if you please.
“I’m much too old for being lied to,
so tell me the truth about the rose hue
that colors the sky when the day is through
and adds a bright blush to the trees.
“Some call it red and some call it pink,
some call it strawberry wine-colored ink;
I call it rubicund, that’s what I think—
now leave me alone, if you please.”
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Featherless Pomegranate
Another beautiful post today. You have been busy, Christine! Great to see your wonderful photos.
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Kay, Alberta, Canada
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