Hungry for Red

Yesterday, I chatted with a woman whose red house sits in the woods facing the Community Gardens.  I have long admired her house -- for its peculiar shape (three floors and narrow; "like something out of Harry Potter," she said, and she's right) and its color.  She had read somewhere that too much green makes a person hungry for red, so red the house would be.  She was right about this as well.


Today, thanks to this hardy fellow, I am sated with both.