Our front door is red. Bright red. And I am a little bit (okay, maybe a lot bit) funny about colors.

You see, I love pink flowers. And purple flowers. But they aren’t in the same warm color family as my red door, so I can’t plant them. I’m sure there’s a rule somewhere that says so. And if there isn’t, there should be…

So I plant flowers that are red, or orange, or sometimes white.

But mostly? I plant flowers that are yellow. They make me happy.

 And they don’t clash with my red door.
 Which makes me happier.