My garden beets turned out to be the perfect solution! Just a splash of colour on the otherwise unbroken swath of Brown…
Anyone who knows me know how I feel about brown, even the name just begs to be spoken with a nasal tone of false supremacy, as if to say it is superior based on its colour components. Brown goes around not realizing all the other colours feel a sense of pity, understanding Brown was once a glorious shade of purple and a most delightful sunburst of canola yellow, now reduced to a sorry mash of its former self. When you say the word Brown from now on, let it be with touch of sorrow for the colour who gave up, and be happy you are not a Brown!
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