Wednesday,
September 7th, 2016
Hastings,
Ontario
Red
If I
were to colour the day, it
would be red. Red is what I see, and I shared it with one of the boys, Brihat.
As
part of our chores for
these last two days, we’ve taken to Fil’s expansive garden and harvested the
darling—big, firmly ballooned chunks of circular happiness—tomatoes. Minus pesticides, these tomatoes are not on
the food list of the dirty dozen,
and are
screaming with redness for attention.
Harvest—we
did. Cleaning, cutting, cooking and
canning—we did. We even rationed some of
the day’s sauce we had cooked
to flavour the pasta we ate.
Mama
Mia!
This
month, September, is the best month for tomatoes around here. The red comes through those green vines. Red also is the colour slowly creeping up from within the trees. It is the chlorophyll which supplies the
leaves of the tree with a
green colour. The autumn hues, slowly
surfacing, are
from the
lack of chlorophyll. We are left with
bright oranges, yellows, burgundies and reds all making a pronounced presence
by the end of September.
There
is also an avatar by the name of Yajna
and He has the complexion of red. Red is
wanted, craved for, especially when the snow white sets in for months at a
time. Only the red dogwood stands out as
a rival to the snow. They actually
complement each other, in my opinion.
Here
I go, sounding like a horticulturalist or a botanist. I’m really just seeing the colour red in
nature. I haven’t dreamt in red, not
even of tomatoes, but during the course of these few days, we are consuming a lot.
May
the Source be with you!
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