COLOR...Blind

Many many years ago, when I was in grad school, I decided to "be blind" for a day. It was probably a foolish idea, as of course I could take off the eye patches anytime, but I stuck it out and learned a few things. I woke up with blinders on, shaved my legs, poured orange juice, made toast, rode a big city bus alone, got ripped off in a record store, ran as fast as I could around a track holding a friend's hand, jumped high on a trampoline, and got hopelessly lost finding the locker room. I remember two things:  1:  On the bus, anyone who spoke to me was simply a warm voice. I did not know or care or even think about their color, age, or appearance. 2:  When my friends gathered around me at the end of the day and I took off the patches, my first word was COLOR!!!!! 

This little surprise flower which will probably be gone after tonight's frost, made me remember that very old memory...