Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background.Rosemary Verey, The Scented Garden, 1981
New Eyes, The Same Path
Sometimes Enough Said
I can’t improve on what is already said. Wishing you a good day along a new path.
-Bill Hendricks (Shadowmason)