In a meadow of flowers
By: Anne Dickerson Photography by Dan Amerson
Purple was never my favorite color, although for unknown reasons, purple generally piques my sense of humor. Perhaps this explains why the Ogden Nash poem* about a purple cow suddenly came to mind one day, causing me to have a real case of the whimsies. Like some half-forgotten strains of a song, I recalled:
I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one. But I can tell you anyhow I’d rather see than be one.