To be precise -- orange tipped in yellow, fully-open succumbing to gravity. Akimbo.
Food? How beautiful is butternut squash. Or golden beets. Or an egg yolk. Does a poem benefit from being cheerful? I know a poem is bereft if there is no color. Black, of course, being the pinnacle. As mentioned before, don't shy away from red, though.
Cook by color; write by color.
Showing posts with label tulips and butternut squash and golden beets and poetry. Show all posts
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Friday, January 31, 2014
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