I tried explaining to Steinbeck about the leaves changing colors this time of year.
He never told me why they do it!
Anyway, I told him it was all part of nature and there was nothing he could do about it.
Well, I’m part of nature so why can’t I change my color?
Remember people……….I have to live with him. Anyway, Mom took a picture of a tree by us that has leaves who have decided they no longer want to be green. Steinbeck hasn’t personally seen this tree, but he did look at the picture.
I figured I could change our colors, too. Wouldn’t it be cool if I turned green in the fall and Hemingway turned red? I was hitting buttons on the computer and suddenly this happened:
It’s kind of like putting on colored glasses, Steinbeck. I think I still look very regal in shades of red. You, however, look a little sickly. I think we should stick to our own colors and not try to change like the leaves do.
But nobody has explained to me just why the leaves aren’t happy staying green. I think green is a pretty color. Of course compared to GINGER, it really pales in comparison MOL!