THERE WAS A TOSSED salad of debris in my backyard. The fence surrounded the mess like a big wooden bowl. Picking up the bits and pieces of broken branches, I hoped to see the chickadees return to the birdhouse that swayed so forcefully in the wind last night. Although I heard lots of chirping this morning, I saw no birds.
Like the crow gets attracted to shiny objects, my focus inevitably turned to something other than the backyard birds that tend to catch my attention. This pick of photos explains why the colour red is my glittery jewel. When it comes to flowers, to me, a vivid shade of red amid the greenery is like discovering a flash of vitality or a beacon of light.
When I notice someone wearing a red coat or hat, I deduce that the wearer is a confident individual less fearful than most.
The red maple leaf on the Canadian flag burns a flicker of pride in me.
There is an underside to red that suggests hot tempers and the potential for violence in mankind and nature.
There is also the peaceful side of red in the evening when a sunset brings the day to its restful conclusion.
Sometimes red screams, "Stop! You have gone far enough."