What colors call out to you? Do you remember being in third grade and wanting everyone to declare their favorite color? And then, did you form a lowkey alliance with the folks who had the same favorite color as yourself? Or, did you try to convince others to choose your favorite colors as their too?
The best red is the apple you pick with your family in the fall. Crisp. Tart. A perfect prelude to warm cider and a fried doughnut.
The best orange is is the campfire under an endless sky. The embers are slowly dying, the air has a bite, your tent is close enough to Lake Superior that you can hear the waves crashing.
The best yellow is the fresh box of Ticonderogas stacked on top of brand new spiral-bound notebooks that signify a new school year, a fresh start. Sharpened to a point. Unblemished eraser. No mistakes yet.
The best green is the Frasier Fir you hunted and tracked through the farm. You claimed it and cut it and wrestled it into the tree stand. White twinkle lights. A star on the top. You and your wife and your two teen boys inhale his piney aroma and sigh in contentment.
The best blue is the sky above Lake Michigan as wind whips waves that crash into your feet and the sun gently dips into the horizon.
The best indigo is the soft t-shirt that has been washed too many times and is a little threadbare. It would end up on the donation pile if it wasn't so comfortable, so cozy, so easy to lounge around in.
The best violet is the tiny flower that randomly sprouts around the lawn and would be eliminated if you bothered to spray your grass with pesticides and herbicides in order to have that golf course-quality yard. Good thing your don't. You'd miss all those tiny violet gems (and the bright yellow dandelions too).