“I understand how scarlet can differ from crimson because I know that the smell of an orange is not the smell of a grapefruit…Without color or its equivalent, life to me would be dark, barren, a vast blackness…Therefore, I habitually think of things as colored and resonant. Habit accounts for part. The soul sense accounts for another part. The brain with its five-sensed construction asserts its right and accounts for the rest. The unity of the world demands that color be kept in it whether I have cognizance of it or not. Rather than be shut out, I take part in it by discussing it, happy in the happiness of those near me who gaze at the lovely hues of the sunset or the rainbow.”
[Helen Keller, The World I Live In, 1908]
…humdinger.
I picked daffodils this morning
because their yellow hues made my soul sing.
I wanted even more sunshine in my home,
more light for my eyes,
more color.
What hue is twanging your heartstrings today?