...are the definition of red. I saw them on the side of the highway on the way home from church: a flowing red and green wave stretching for miles. Red clover.
I was going to make them all fancy, punching up the color and such, but I like how you can see the dirt and grit of the highway between the flowers.
They've been growing here for years, battered by passing cars, exhaust and the elements, unaided by humans, and thriving nonetheless.
And arresting the attentions of people like me.