Here it’s Tuesday and quite clear I’m a late bloomer this week. But I would be remiss not to acknowledge the consistently outstanding work of our poet gardeners. Forgive my delay.
We have come to express in color with the vibrancy and variance of tint and hue. We forgo red for crimson, green for emerald and every shade in between. And so the prompt painted wonderful works. In this season of Autumn, we are ravaged visually with the golds and auburns and shades of brown. The surety of October’s call to slumber fall within the tints of brown expressed well in a return by Jerry Walraven (Chev Shire, for those who recall his works under this moniker).