I'm a colour freak

I will admit to being both a neat and a colour freak. I can drive my daughter crazy when I say things like, "See the blue wave in the couch fabric. That's the same colour as in this painting. She is a mistress of eye rolling, gained from my many, many remarks about colour. I can't help it. Colour makes me happy.

Coming back to my nest (now my office) Rick had left as a surprise an arrangement of dried flowers that picked up all the colours in my pitcher. The photo doesn't totally show the true colours and the closeness of the match).

And when I'm tired of them in the pitcher, I'll hang them from my beams along with other dried arrangements, my baskets and my copper pots and pans, a permanent memory of a lovely surprise.