Pale in appearance, her colorful side hidden to most,
The morning sun would show her loveliness
To those privileged to be allowed near.
Shy Violet had
Rainbows on the walls of her small room.
Only those who woke early enough
could enjoy an acquaintance with the inner beauty of
When I moved into my final dorm room my senior year in college, I found a small handwritten note in the desk that said "This room painted in Shy Violet." The walls appeared white except in the day time sun, when the violet shade would deepen. This was strongest around noon in winter when the sun would shine through the leafless branches of the trees on the riverbank outside my window. Midday was the only time that my hanging crystal would get enough sun to make rainbows on the light purple walls.
Blooming Field Drive has neither Fields nor blooms.
Foxglove Lane is a lane, maybe If a lane leads to a strip of condominiums where the closest thing to a foxglove is the digitalis in a medicine cabinet.
Who had the brilliant idea to replace a Blooming Field, a thriving prairie of diverse and beautiful grasses and flowers with large boxy houses painted gray and name it after the previous tenant - the Field, with its lovely, now deceased, Blooms.
Compost Happens is a personal blog: part family, part garden, part crunchy green eco-writer. I'm Daisy, and I'm the groundskeeper here. I take care of family, garden, and coffee, when I'm not teaching and doing laundry.