The glory of a very pink sunset and its reflections in the Camden Haven River were a treat. The deep blue additions seemed like punctuation marks.
Although some of that blue cohort seemed more like questing creatures, hurrying forward against that stunning still backdrop bank of pink.
As the colour faded, their southern rush was echoed by a higher golden compatriot, aiming to leap over the blue bars.
Fanciful? Yes, but such an ephemeral show invited fancies. Better than facts at present…
At home the cascades of several varieties of Schlumbergera cacti were showing a fine range of pinks in their abundant flowers, from pearly pales to cyclamen deeps.
I would usually say I don’t actually like pink much, but I applaud these.