What color are the leaves in your world?
My sister and I use to go up into the old hillside garden where the strawberries grew wild. And we’d say to each other, “Don’t get fooled by a little red leaf.”
It must have taken a hundred strawberries or more to fill a cup. We worked in a hurry and some of the strawberry leaves were red. Perhaps they lacked or gained some particular nutrient from the soil.
But every once in a while in our hurry, when we reached for a strawberry all we got was a little red leaf.
No, it wasn’t this red. But I’m going to put it in an envelop and send it off to my sister.
I’m still working on leaves every day. In my world of needles and threads even lavender and blue leaves may fit in.