Red zinnias make themselves known. Their pop of color rises above all the others…
Even when photobombed by an adventurous butterfly…
Inspired by Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Red
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE A PHOTO OR TWO THAT HAS RED AS EITHER THE MAIN OR AN ACCENT COLOR.
My Oma loved strawberries in any way shape or form.
Strawberries and whipped cream. Strawberry shortcake.
Strawberry pie. Strawberry muffins. Strawberry cheesecake.
Strawberries sprinkled with sugar – just enough to draw out some of the sweet juices.
Not too much. Not too little.
Honey, did you bring me any strawberries? she’d often ask when she lived nearby during her last years. Not always easy when it was off season, but I tried.
She owned a set of small juice glasses featuring strawberries in the design. A few faded – but survived over time – and I was able to save one.
It always makes me smile.
Inspired by Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #81: Find Something Red
…If you wish, you have the option of “visiting” your photo archives….Capture shots which feature the color red…
Find Something Red
When I was a young mother with a 5 year old daughter, I had my second child – a son – who was altogether different from my firstborn. No big surprise really, but even so… shockingly (to me anyway – I considered myself experienced by then) it required multitasking on an entirely new level.
One example: when we all went on outings of any kind, my son was likely to let go of my hand and run off. Or wander off. Precisely when my daughter and I were otherwise occupied. Perhaps being the big sister, she was less likely to do the same. I’m not sure why, but I was most grateful at the time.
Two children to take care of and keep safe…a whole different ball game.
This brings to mind what Dr. A, our sweet pediatrician at the time, once said to me while trying to examine my son as he slipped from my lap and tried to crawl up her leg. As I described how my parenting techniques were not always successfully transcending to child #2.
She smiled that smile reminiscent of people who don’t have children…The first kid is for practice! I think parents should just throw the first one out. Ha Ha Ha.
She was just kidding of course. Although I kind of got the point.
But back to finding something red…
In order to keep track of this very lovable – and speedy – bundle of energy (once compared to a Great Dane by his first grade teacher) outside the confines of our home, I often dressed him in something red. It helped enormously if I needed to locate him in a crowd. At a park. A store. A playground. Since he was tall for his age, a red baseball hat usually worked quite nicely as I quickly spotted his head above the rest. Red shirts and jackets? He was a Chicago Bulls…and then later…a Red Sox fan. Done!
Never one to let winter’s chill keep him from basketball practice, a red snowsuit helped me keep track of him one January day when he was 5.
A red baseball mitt lit him up on the ball field playing catch at 4 ½.
Little did I know how quickly the time would come…when those flashes of red I’d see in the crowd at a neighborhood park would be someone else’s bundle of energy streaking by.
With a parent in hot pursuit.
Inspired by Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Red
When is a perfect time for red?
When it’s your birthday…and your party is only a short car ride away.
I spotted this pot of red flowers earlier this month during our visit to the Shelburne Museum in Vermont. Unusually warm for early September; it felt like mid summer.
I don’t know what kind of flowers they were, but there they sat – all by themselves on a porch – basking in the sun.
Looking a bit lonely…but thriving all the same.