the brew*crew adventure

Okay, so I somehow missed 9 weeks! Life has been full, what can I say? But now, today, I thought to check what the color of the week is, over at the A Year of Color picture pool. And whadaya know? It's violet red, and I've some pics that color that I took just last week, so I'm jumping back in.

This morning here I sit with a congested baby in my arms, and the other baby is asleep. All six of the kiddos are sick. *bleck* Yes, I prayed for the Lord to provide the grace to get me through this day... and He is. Sorry if I sound whiney, but I can't whine to the kids' parents you know, and I don't want to whine to Chris when he gets home (well, maybe just a little...;) ), so, you're it. But hey, this isn't whining! N has been groggily sitting on the couch, reading his National Geographic mags., and watching the boob tube - two of his fave shows, Little House on the Prairie and Mash. T is drawing at the table with little E and little S, all of them providing a symphony of coughs and occasional giggles or squabbles. And yes, I'm sick too... have about lost my voice, so not much going on here today besides folding laundry, feedings, lots of tea drinking and a bit of blogging, and hopefully a nap soon.

T and her friend G decided to have tea on Thanksgiving day (while Serena, Joelle and I were busily cooking away). They came bounding indoors from outside, announcing that they were going to have a tea-party, and then they disappeared. We'd thought that they'd forgotten about it, until they appeared from T's room all dressed up. Apparently, they'd been getting ready. They asked if they could have Nilla wafers with egg nog and chocolate milk. "But of course!" says I. "What a cool idea girls!" I just love that they did ALL of this on their own!

Violet Red is...

pouring a cuppa...

love for a friend...

drinking from dainty teacups...

dressing up prettily...

being a lady...

Turquoise is the open sky,

painted horses...

finally finishing a project with your hands...

prayers offered up,

pinwheels,

Spring-time~

Renewal.

Turquoise is bits of earth,

collected memories

of wild places,

~other times

loved ones faces...

set in silver.

Turquoise is gifts given...

reminder of what beauty

hides in darkness,

waiting to be discovered.

All rights reserved: poem & picture copyrighted by Beth Brewer

Yes, I'm a bit behind on my year of color posts (like 3 weeks!)... but here's to doin' 'em anyways (because we all know that it just wouldn't be right to skip a week!).

Pine Green is...

smiling at an upside-down world,

the security of Daddy's old shirt,

worn and cherished by your brother before you ~

eternal youth.

All rights reserved: poem & picture copyrighted by Beth Brewer 

"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me."

~ Revelation 3.20

Wisteria is wondering...

Where morning stars

Wander off to

When dusk whispers softly

of dark approaching ~

as she flies into hushed dreams,

First

and Last

color of the day...

Wisteria is in the way

Time passes so quietly,

her fingers weaving memories

of little boys growing up...

Flowers offered by little, loving hands,

Wilted wishes for neverlands.

Incense on the wind,

Like hopes hung out to dry.

Days outgrown and

passing by,

Like stars lighting up the sky.

Days of regret

and promise yet ~

Waiting for the watchful eye,

Keeping time with days gone by.

Wisteria is well wishes

Winsome remembrances

that send us reaching

For we must try...

To reach that sky.

Copyright: pictures and poem by Beth Brewer, all rights reserved.

What Is Green?

Green is the grass

And the leaves of trees

Green is the smell

of a country breeze.

Green is lettuce

And sometimes the sea.

When green is a feeling

You pronounce it N.V.

Green is the coolness

You get in the shade

Of the tall old woods

Where the moss is made.

Green is a flutter

That comes in Spring

When frost melts out

Of everything.

Green is a grasshopper

Green is jade

Green is hiding

In the shade---

Green is an olive

And a pickle.

The sound of green

Is a water-trickle.

Green is the world

After the rain

Bathed and beautiful

Again.

April is green

Peppermint, too.

Every elf has

One green shoe.

Under a grape arbor

Air is green

With sprinkles of sunlight

In between.

Green is the meadow,

Green is the fuzz

That covers up

Wher winter was.

Green is ivy and

Honeysuckle vine.

Green is yours

Green is mine....

~"What is Green" poem excerpted from "Adventures in Color: Hailstones and Halibut Bones", by Mary O'Neill

Hi! Yes, I am still alive and well... just haven't spent much time on my 'puter much this last week, as some of you may have noticed. I hope to catch up soon though. And so anyways... I'm a little late with my "year of color" post here, but haven't forgotten it. Though I wasn't uploading my pics in a timely manner, I was indeed seeing orange last week, and so I shall share these views here with you, along with a little free verse. Better late than never, right?

A View of ORANGE

It's when happy yellow gets a little crazy...

Orange is sand

in summer's sun glittering,

collected years ago someplace

by little hands,

with a happy face.

Orange is remembering

warm promises

of cool changes.

Orange is the wild inside

shadows on walls

within hidden chambers...

hilarious laughter

at the garden party I wasn't invited to...

Orange is butterfly weed

displayed in green

petals tied on with delicate string

all dancing round happily,

a merry ring.

Orange is this joyous life

that makes me sing,

golden orange

freckled and crowned,

my little king.

The golden orange

sparkling stars, delicate comets

that streak the silken petals of cool new sky,

so blue.

Dawn reflected in her most vivid hue

glory revealed this morning,

and smiling in you.

~ Beth Brewer

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And tonight, there was a sliver of an orange moon...

“He hangs in shades the orange bright,

 

Like golden lamps in a green night.”

~The Bermudas, by Andrew Marvell

Magenta is the color of Spring,

Flirtaciously flaunted by Redbud trees,

red and blue kissing

with white inbetween...

apples becoming...

words to sing.

Dogwood branches laughing with these,

bringing us into summer with ease

promising nourishment

brought by the sun.

...the color of sweet

when day is done.

...the soft of thistle

when honey is spun.

Magenta is warmth on a cold

winter's day,

rosy cheeks

of children at play.

Magenta is golden down

crown-crested,

haughty airs with beady eyes

proud-chested.

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Well... there wasn't a poem for magenta in my colors poetry book, so I wrote this one myself! It was fun, hope you like!

~ May you have a *magenta day*!!

Magenta is a color made up of red and blue light. A common precise definition for the color does not exist--however, in printing, the color is made up of equal parts of red and blue. As such, this shade magenta is the complement of green: magenta pigments absorb green light. In any case, it is not a spectral color: it cannot be generated by light of a single wavelength. ~ magenta, wikipedia.

What is Brown?

Brown is the color of a country road

Back of a turtle

Back of a toad.

Brown is cinammon

And morning toast

And the good smell of

The Sunday roast.

Brown is the color of work

And the sound

of a river,

Brown is bronze and a bow

And a quiver.

Brown is the house

On the edge of town

Where wind is tearing

The shingles down.

Brown is a freckle

Brown is a mole

Brown is the earth

When you dig a hole.

Brown is the hair

On many a head

Brown is chocolate

And gingerbread.

Brown is a feeling

You get inside

When wondering makes

Your mind grow wide.

Brown is a leather shoe

And a good glove--

Brown is as comfortable

As love.

What is Brown? ~taken from Adventures in Color; Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O'Neill

Like acrobats on a high trapeze

The Colors pose and bend their knees

Twist and turn and leap and blend

Into shapes and feelings without end...

 

Who is like you, O LORD~
majestic in holiness
and awesome in glory,
working wonders?

~Song of Moses, Exodus 15.11

sky blue wild flowers, originally uploaded by Brew*Crew

(click to see more "sky-blue" pics)

sky blue sky, originally uploaded by Brew*Crew.

"Judah's Colors"

When sublime feelings his heart fill,
He is mantled in the colors of his country
He stands in prayer, wrapped
In a sparkling robe of white.

The hems of the white robe
Are crowned with broad stripes of blue;
Like the robe of the High Priest,
Adorned with bands of blue threads.

These are the colors of the beloved country,
Blue and white are the borders of Judah;
White is the radiance of the priesthood,
And blue, the splendors of the firmament.

~ A. L. Frankl, "Juda's Farben," in Ahnenbilder (Leipzig, 1864), p. 127

The Austrian Jewish poet Ludwig August Frankl (1810-1894) was the first person in modern times to voice the idea that blue and white are the national colors of the Jewish people.

Thursday Challenge Theme: Sky

sky blue forget-me-nots, originally uploaded by Brew*Crew.

...having rainy day company.

What is Blue?

Blue is the color of the sky

Without a cloud

Cool, distant, beautiful

And proud.

Blue is the quiet sea

And the eyes of some people,

And many agree

AS they grow older and older

Blue is the scarf

Spring wears on her shoulder.

Blue is twilight,

Shadows on snow,

Blue is feeling

Way down low.

Blue is heron,

A sapphire ring,

You can smell blue

In many a thing:

Gentian and larkspur

Forget-me-nots, too.

And if you listen

You can hear blue

In wind over water

And wherever flax blooms

And when evening steps into

Lonely rooms.

Cold is blue:

Flame shot from a welding torch

Is, too:

Hot, wild, screaming, blistering Blue--

And on winter mornings

The dawns are blue....

~ from Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O'Neill 

Sky blue (my most favoritest color) is this week's color, and these itsy-bitsy flowers were my first find.