“I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see one than be one.”
Who wrote that? I don’t remember. It sounds like Dr. Seuss but I really don’t know. Maybe it was even Mother Goose. Those words kept running through my mind while I was out looking for purple yesterday.
Looking through a purple vase.
Looking at the purple vase as it sits on a shelf.
Ok, so this purple rose wasn’t real.
But it was purple.
And this wilted purple petunia was real, but it was so spent and lifeless that I dressed it up in neon colors.
A small plate in my mother-in-law’s china cabinet.