Mere color, unspoiled by meaning,
and unallied with definite form,
can speak to the soul
in a thousand different ways.
Color… thinks by itself, independently
of the object it clothes.
Color, rather than shape,
is more closely related to emotion.
Colour is, on the evidence of language alone,
very bound up with the feelings.
Color is the language of the poets.
It is astonishingly lovely.
To speak it is a privilege.
From the blue, purple and scarlet yarn they made woven garments for ministering in the sanctuary. ~Excerpt from Exodus 39:1 ✝
**All photos taken by me in my yard