Ever since I was a brown-haired pigtailed girl I have loved purple. In those days I had a very bright purple stretchy top I wore on select occasions–mostly keeping it in my drawer for just the right day. These days my tastes in purple are more subtle, tending to a conservative plum–or sprinkled with gray paisley to match my wisdom-frosted head…
she likes the color purple!
Their June wedding pictures floated through cyber-space to us this week
(All my chillun’s and grands, and my mom too!)
But where was I… yes, the color purple.
The view out my front window these days is of hydrangeas putting on their best purple show ever! I bought these flamboyant bushes when they were scarcely a foot tall and just plain old green. But their tag promised they would bloom in my favorite hues. I have not been disappointed.
Just around the corner of the house in west-facing heat, the oregano is alive with bees!
Tirelessly bumbling, they do not pose for pictures…
The lavender is nearly spent now. I used it once this summer to flavor lemonade…
A tiny bacopa is not to be missed, I bought her at the store…
The sugar peas did pitifully this year, too hot, too persnickety, and just one sweet pea flower bloomed–the purple one of course!
[Did you know they turn back to green while cooking? What a disappointment…but not for long. They are delectably tender eating!]
Scattered all throughout my garden is the ubiquitous kale. Once you’ve grown it and let it go to seed in your garden, you will never lack this purply-veined antioxidant–perfect for munching in the form of kale chips! [How-to here]
Well we have meandered now past the zucchini (they are not purple!) and with one hand full of beans and two chubby zucchini tucked in the crook of my arm, it’s getting harder to juggle a camera…
What have I missed?
And way out back the blackberry bramble has a winner for the first-purple-berry contest. (Aren’t blackberries truly purple?) No rush for these. They flag the departure of summer and we’re not in a hurry for that.
Next to her stands the tree whose name is a shade of purple. The plum tree is dreaming of sun-ripened prune plums…But alas, she bears only blushing wanna-be’s today….
And the tour of all things purple is complete. Thanks for joining me–would love to have you here in person ( :
Purple…fit for a King!
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? Mt.6:28ff
P.S. Note to faithful readers who, having read: Feeling Brown* are perplexed at this disclosure of my love for purple (My own daughter was surprised!). The child in me still loves purple ( :