I love purple season.
When the purple flowers arrive, they haul summer in their wake. They whisper, “Come! Taste! See!” from their perches above tangy chives and sweet clover.
Purple plants give us pause, their sweet scent draws us in, their precious petals offer poignant promise. No matter how busy your day is, you have to stop and smell the lilacs growing near your garage. It you miss them, and you might, you’ll have to wait a whole year to see them again. So, you stop, breath deeply, and thank them for both the beauty and the reminder to take it in.
I love the hardy purple flowers, too. The sage, salvia and phlox. They linger like those deep, glorious, purple sunsets that stretch out over a cornfield after a busy Saturday,
Pollinators prefer purple plants.
Purple is the color of kings, singing dinosaurs, mountain majesties and Mr. Pine’s house.
Prince sang Purple Rain in a purple rain at Super Bowl XLI.
Yesterday, I rode my purple bike.
Purple anchors rainbows.
Happy Purple Season! May your purple days be blessed.











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