Purple orchids. Brooklyn Botanical Garden. August 2006.
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"I have no rhyme for purple. None.I have a friend in Mississippi who loves, and I mean loves the color purple. Her house has rustic wood siding and a deep purple door and lush purple throws on her sofa. At Christmas her tree is adorned with purple ribbons of all shades and patterns, purple and silver ornaments and a deep purple velvet tree skirt. Miss D also loves teddy bears, dressed in purple of course and as her hair is a glorious though premature silvery white; purple is one of her best colors. She is smart, has her PhD and is a wonderful, warm counselor who also loves to scuba dive with her husband and visit lighthouses all over the country; I have no doubt she has found one somewhere with at least a "touch" of purple in its paint job. As far as gifts go, she is always happy with something, anything "purple". Yes, these orchids would do quite nicely.
But each purple flower in the forest is a poem."
~ Jane Yolen
Submission for SeeItSunday topic "purple". (end of post)