The color purple

The world outside has exploded into a riot of color in the Carolinas. The blooming trees still have some vestiges of pink, white, and lavender flowers, and in the woods about a thousand soft shades of green are appearing. There are pink and red azaleas, yellow tulips, and blue iris in many yards. The sky is bright blue with fluffy cottony clouds, and the birds are developing their more vivid breeding plumage.

With all these myriad hues appearing outside my window, none seems more appropriate for the month of April than the color purple. Shades of it are everywhere: in the long swags of wisteria hanging from trees, the purple iris blooming in our backyard, the tiny wild violets that appear almost hidden in the grass, and sometimes faint lavender is even mixed with shades of pink and gold in the sunsets on clear evenings.

 

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.”
― Alice Walker, The Color Purple