Rouge Rogue

A little tongue twister for you on this chilly Saturday afternoon! I refer to a certain magenta marauder that’s found its way into a bowl of pure white cyclamen on our garden table. The vermillion villain must have crept in as a wayward seedling, biding its time before surprising us with a daring dash of flaming fuchsia. Given the scarcity of flowers outside in December I am loath to cleanse the arrangement of our scarlet scoundrel, so will leave him be. A drop of blood-red does, after all, feel symbolic given the rapid approach of Christmas.

The red sheep of the family
Folks, we have a carmine criminal in our midst!