If you were to ask me if I liked pink, I’d tell you that I did not.
However, the other day when Greg, the landscaper, was here chatting with me about our next big project, he started talking about color. He was taking notes about my vague ideas about what I wanted him to do next in the flower beds out front along the sidewalk leading up to the front door.
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He asked me what colors I wanted to see along there. I told him no pink.
Being the polite sort of man that he is, he merely raised one eyebrow and tilted his head in about five different directions. My eyes followed where he was subtly pointing.
And what did I see? Oh pots & pots of pink flowers and many pink rose bushes. All over the property. Uh huh.
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After I stopped laughing at myself, I looked over at him. He said nothing but held up his pad of paper on which he’d written one word. In very large letters. And the word was: PINK. The color that we’ll be seeing along the front sidewalk.
The color that, apparently, I like.