This is a story about the colour blue. It may dodge and weave, hide and deceive, take you down paths of love and history and inspiration, but its always about blue!
You cannot get a grip on blue
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak. a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly,a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.
This is a story about the colour blue, and like blue, there is nothing true about it! Blue is beauty, not truth, ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not! Blue is a deeply sneaky colour!
Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.
Blue is a simile.
Blue, she is like a woman!
[And in case you hadn’t noticed, blue, she is my favourite colour in the garden! So now, just what does this say about me as a gardener?]