Wednesday, September 7th, 2016
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.
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!