Colour ramblings

If I got to be a flower I’d be a pale green one.  So fresh.  It’s as if a green flower is putting something over on us.  A green flower.  That’s crazy!!

They blur the line between flower and star, and in my world that’s always a good thing.  There can never be enough stars, and I’m grateful to flowers and sea creatures and doodles for sneaking them into daylight.

Put pale green flowers beside a delicate purple and a darker green and I’m in heaven.  (Please note how I sent it back to stars.)

Do you know what goes nicely with pale and dark greens and purples?  A deep orangey coral. Yum.  Look at it waiting there on its hanger, in the form of a bikini. Brand new.  Fresh meat!

A beach girl such as myself has to make yearly reinvestment into the bikini pool. My stable. In summer the poor things are in constant rotation, and live their lives crusty with salt and with seaweed and sand sneaking under their edges.  They bake constantly under the glorious summer sun, either on the beach or drying afterwards on my windowsill.  It’s a tough life being Jennifer’s bikini, but I like to think a happy one.

Do you know what goes well with deep orange bikinis?

Yes.

Not just the colours but also the virtuous fruit.

But that’s sort of a new thing in my world.  I’ve spent 48 years detesting grapefruit.  Yuck.  Awful.  Serve me fruit salad with any of those things in it and I need to dive in to remove the offending yuckiness as fast as I can before any of that bitterness gets stuck to its neighbouring fruit.  Really, at that point, the whole salad is tainted, guilty by association, and shunned for hanging out with the bad seed.

But in Hawaii I bought big pink pomelos and ate them on the beach.  Pomelos are like great big grapefruits without the sourness or bitterness, and are usually pale yellow or green, but these pink ones tiptoed a little closer to grapefruits.  In such a good way though.  They were so juicy and sweet/tart and after a few hours of lying in the hot sun (me, not them) biting into these felt like jumping into the water.

They stuck in my mind and recently when fresh cut up grapefruits were on sale I tried them out. You can see an empty jar in the background in the picture below.  (Yes, what a lady.  Straight out of the jar.)  They were good, very good, but there was still added sugar and I wasn’t sure I could hack the real thing, but I’ve now worked my way up to fresh cut ones.  I still sprinkle sugar on top of course.  Let’s not go overboard.

About this picture.  If I’d been a split second faster I would have caught Lucy with her face stuck inside my empty yogurt container.   Darn.  You can see it blurred as it falls.  And Lucy sticking her tongue out at it.  Some attitude on that cat.  And a bit of yogurt on her whiskers.