Purple

Above photo through app-Circular

I associate Spring with purple as much as I do green.  Perhaps, it's the backyard lilac bushes from childhood.  I admit ceanothus are wondrous but not the lilac of my youth.  But then again, Spring is a lament of sorts.  As is memory.  Memory of Mom's spaghetti sauce.  Memory of Easter hats & gloves.  Memory of the last notebook filled with black ink & spaces between all those gestures.