The way rose-coloured glass stands on guard for a hub of domesticity.
How curling rocks roll up to camouflage against painted Timmy's cups: red granite on pebbled ice.
The way road closure maps scream a blood-coloured warning. Stay away commands the network of red lines, a spider's web of blizzard-blocked highways. There's a good reason you don't travel to the cottage in winter.
The winter tomatoes, though, are pale pink, at best.
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Whatever those pink things are in the grocery store in winter, I just don't believe they are actually tomatoes.
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Nope, you are right, Eugene; they are some sort of pink plastic mass. Let's hear it for homegrown tomatoes!
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It's a powerful colour, John.
Nicely wrought, indeed: 'red granite on pebbled ice.'
*takes a bow* - Thank you, Erik.
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