I’m currently in the midst of a lengthy and ultimately expensive dental procedure, so what does my husband get me for Valentine’s Day? A large chocolate bar liberally laced with chunks of toffee. He means well, bless him, and we must be doing something right. We’ve been married for just over 46 years! Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!
“Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year
I listen and it cheers me long.”
I can pretty much guarantee that he wasn’t sitting in Chicago at the time. I think Shakespeare was putting it mildly when he wrote of winter, “Thy breath be rude.” Here in Chicago it’s downright diabolical!
Who needs sub-zero readings on the thermometer and winds that cut you in half like a knife. We need to throw off the mittens, scarves and extra sweaters. We need some heat. We need a touch of red.
Red, to me, speaks of blazing tulips, the smell of roses after the rain and luscious, ripe strawberries. I picture a red and white checkered tablecloth spread for a picnic in a field of bright poppies. I can imagine sitting under a red beach umbrella, feeling the warm sand between my toes.
I want to watch a flaming sun as it sets on a perfect summer day. I want to savor the sensation of tasting fresh-picked raspberries. I want fireworks on the 4th of July, cherries and fragrant carnations. I want red!