Today’s prompt is “purple.”
I have my glass of red wine with me. Which is from purple grapes, so that’s a start.
The drink is not bad for one of those do-it-yourself-wine-making-places-where-the-“do it yourself”-part-is-pouring-the-yeast-into-the-carboy. Then you wait for six or eight weeks and you come back and bottle it up and save a bundle on perfectly adequate vino.
It does the job. What more can you ask from a $4.00 bottle of plonk? Purple plonk, to be precise.
My niece Vanessa loves purple. Was it Barney? I don’t know, I’ll have to ask. When she was a tiny tot, I made her a matching top and shorts from a purple plaid. She liked it well enough, but let me know in no uncertain terms that it did not have pockets!
Duly noted, Vee!
Easter is a good time to see some wonderful purples – when I was a law-abiding church-going Lutheran, I’d love the Easter vestments worn by our minister – adorned by rich gold and gorgeous, dark royal purple.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve been inside a church. But the church still resides in me and makes itself known every now and surprising then.
But back to Easter – I love the colours of crocus in the spring – the same rich gold and assorted hues of purple. When I lived in warmer climates, I’d plant crocus with the idea that the bulbs would go forth and multiply and cover the lawn with a glorious display of “Halleluiah, spring is here!”
Never happened. Not even once. In more than a half-dozen gardens that I have known and tended, not once did I manage to get those dang-blang bulbs to naturalize.
So. Now to wrap up.
See? This is the problem with stream of consciousness posts, especially when prompted by a word that is… well, I’ll say it. LAME!
Why am I even compelled to join in? I should just point/click/delete this entire document and remove all evidence that I was
a.) Slightly under the influence of the purple plonk and
b.) See a.)
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