‘Hey, they look like the sunrise.’
And out of the mouth of a five year old boy, it’s not such a naff description. Sunrise or not, they’re glorious.
we're all making our own sense of things
‘Hey, they look like the sunrise.’
And out of the mouth of a five year old boy, it’s not such a naff description. Sunrise or not, they’re glorious.
Evidently, he has his mother’s turn of phrase.
I’ve found that I keep thinking about this post.
Last night I was cutting up some slightly too-ripe apples (pink ladies, I think), and noticed that they were the exact same range of colours as these tulips. I thought of taking a photo, but the fact that I was actually cutting apples for a crumple meant that it shouldn’t be interrupted, or it might never actually come to be. And then, when the apples were hot and smelling lovely (fresh nutmeg, a bit of cinnamon stick, a few cloves, some fresh mace) as they bubbled in a pot on the stove, I thought “that’s what sunsets should smell like. Especially in a warm climate”
I bet it tasted great.