Five Minute Friday Free Write: Red

So excited to do this again!  It's so fun to just write and see what comes out on the screen!

Here is a link to Lisa-Jo Baker's blog and an explanation of what to do, and links to others bloggers who are also linking up to this fun free write.

The word for today is: Red.

Go.

A color that I normally shy away from.  If you would look in my closet you would see one, lonely red shirt.  Plus my skin is a nice red hue, and not just when I get sunburned either.  My face and ears turn a lovely shade of tomatoe red when I get in front of a large group of people or draw attention to myself in a group.  Not my favorite activity.

Or if I've been outside on a chilly day, I come back in and my cheeks and nose are a bright rosy red.  That's probably why I prefer to wear blue.  I'm afraid the red will draw more attention to my redness already.

Or just draw attention.  Red is a bold color, an agressive color.  I don't think that is me.  Not usually at least.  I am becoming more bold, but I would still prefer a nice orange to flat out red.

Then I think of all the lovely fruits that are red: cherries, strawberries, tomatoes, and then my mind goes blank.  I've learned to appreciate cherries and strawberries a lot this summer.  As I was eating them I just fully enjoyed the textures and flavors.

Not very profound on red.  I guess that's okay.  Its not my favorite color in the world.  It's probably one of the low ones, along with yellow, now that is a color you will see nowhere in my wardrobe (except one pair of shoes, to keep it as far away from my face as possible, no idea why I do it, I just think its best that way).

Really when I think of red, I think blood, and because I live on a farm, the blood that I normally see has to do with calving.  Blood and placenta, pretty gross, but the birth of a new calf is a wonderful thing to see.  I think I prefer it to a human birth, so far.  I've never seen a human birth, but human blood and other fluids freak me out.  Cows are much less gross to me.  Anyway, I digress.  What I really meant to say is that a cow birth is a lovely moment to witness.  The mama comes and licks her calf afterwards and its just such a tender, loving moment.  So beautiful to see.

Stop.  Well that was a little over 5 minutes, more like 10.  I must type slow.  That's ok.