think about colour daily. I admire the new collections of clothes in bright vibrant colours and wonder if I can wear shocking pink. I want to lie among yellow rudbeckias in autumn. Faced with colour, I feel like a child in a sweet shop. Finally the euphoria subsides. I buy another blue jumper and leave the pink one on the shelf. I will bring that colour into my life another way. It could be a delicious rose, whose scent transports me back to carefree moments in my grandmother’s garden. Or an explosion of pink cherry blossom that
