I have a neighbor across the street and he is an old Southern gentleman. Was married and had a very large family. His wife of many, many years (I can’t remember the exact amount but it was a LONG time!)passed away unfortunately from a weak heart during one of our hideous hurricanes a few years ago when we were out of power for days. Old Fred painted his house while she was still alive a lovely lavender color. I suspect he may have chosen that particular color to please his dear love.
I went to visit Fred tonight with some food. A few of us neighbors have kept Fred in our extra food loop.
This week he’s having his house repainted…the lavender will be no longer. And he told me a funny story. He was having some drinks at a get together at another neighbor’s house and The Lavender House was brought up and how the owner must be gay. The person that mentioned that did not know it was dear old Fred that owns The Lavender House. He said, “Can you believe that?”, very calmy. Then he continued, “I finished my drink, got up, and walked out the door.” And that was that. I told him jokingly , ” You know Fred, I’ve had my suspicions of you and The Lavender House.” He didn’t laugh. Or maybe he didn’t hear my stupid attempt at a joke b/c Fred is too proud to have a hearing aid. He did hear me say we’ll miss The Lavender House.
But the new pale green color looks like it may have also been chosen with the Missus in mind.
