I think I'll celebrate Earth Day by weeding the flowerbeds. But then bare ground is all I'll have because there are no flowers. I do have some autumn sage and Texas sage and a butterfly bush, but I won't show pictures because they're so pathetic. A gardener I am not.
The nearby fields are looking great. The wheat grows taller every day. Which reminds me: How many times have you seen the heroine in a story described with lovely wheat-colored hair? When I read this description I have to laugh. Take a look at a wheat field this time of year. It's green, yes. A character with green hair must be from Mars. Or else she dyed her hair and it turned out green.
Yep. That can happen. I'm proof. When I was still teaching, I colored my hair one weekend. And it turned green. Not a bright green but a dark green. So when I went to school on Monday, my fifth-graders kept looking at me rather oddly. But the sweet little guys said nothing. I finally brought up the subject by having fun with it. Since our school colors were green and white, I said I wanted my hair to show my support of our football team. Kids painted their faces and streaked their hair. Why not the teacher? They probably thought I'd lost it, but were too polite to say so.
(I never used the ash tint coloring again.) But I digress.
Anyhow, as the wheat matures it does turn golden and by harvest time is a lighter beige. So a heroine with hair the color of ripe wheat would paint a beautiful description.
Have a great week.
Happy reading and writing.