No. It's not the small winter bed I finally weeded today.
Though there are purple radishes and red Russian kale, which is basically purple, green fava beans and spinach and chard.
In the spirit of "and now for something completely different", I'd like to divert your thoughts from protests and patriotism to...well, my hair.
It's green! It's purple! It's blue! Need I mention that this is going to be a very frivolous posting?
About ten years ago, I decided, somewhat on a whim to dye my hair firetruck red a la Sibyl Buck (I was living in London after all...). Three bleach bottles later, I was a true red-head with eye-brows to match. I sported the hair for about a year (and solicited a compliment for it from one Gael Garcia Bernal in the mean time), until I traded it for a more natural-looking red and kept that for another couple of years. It was quite the hassle to keep touching it up and after I returned my hair to its natural color, I never thought I'd dye it again.
And then I did. And I dyed it green. And I love it.
The best part is that it doesn't even look that radical or strange, partly because of the awesome dye job Willow did and partly because it's actually very little hair. If you discount the fact that I look a tiny bit like a teenage goth, it's actually quite demure. Green hair for the former Riot Grrrls in their thirties...
The best part is that it makes me feel completely unserious about myself. I mean, how am I gonna win an argument? My hair is green.
In other news, we've spent our days getting ready for the fair and our nights partying away. Today I finally caught up on some house chores and spent some time wild-crafting around a newly developed section of the park. It is somehow eerie there, lots of light and open space where the used to be a dark swampy area. While I'm not excited about the development itself, there are some lovely little plants there to harvest and it's fun to walk around the wide roads with nothing by them, like an invisible city in the woods.
The sun has been coming out regularly and we have high hopes that she will do the same East of the mountains.
Now I better get my canning on. There's green tomato salsa to be made.