A word mostly used to describe a personality type these days, but its origin is “of blood”. Which is what I most often identify the word with because of my earlier days as a nursing student and then a nurse, making chart notations about sanguineous fluids. Blood.
It was my choice for the header challenge this week, I’ve tossed that word out for my fellow players to have a good time with. (Their links are to the far right, go see them this afternoon.)
I love the word myself, not so much as the description of a personality. I love it more for the mental image it procures in my mind.
Blood red, the color of warmth, change, life, intensity…
What better object here at Victory Farm and Gardens to exemplify the emotions of blood red than our Market Shed, the backing of the Hippy Hot Hut.
Its completion, or at least the near completion save for interior insulation and finish, signals one more step of a great change in our lives.
Not a complete one-eighty mind you but just more steps closer to a vision. Slightly faded, tattered and torn, bearing only slight resemblance in some folks’ way of thinkin’ on the outside, but very closely related to visions given, dreams dreamed, whispers heard, for others closer in.
It signals that Vicktory Farm & Gardens will have her Grand Opening sometime this coming spring, God willing of course.
By spring, hours of business will have been established, memberships filled, larger consistent harvests will be being made, chickens, ducks and turkeys will be filling egg cartons as well as incubators, the gardens for wandering and cutting flowers will be presentable for inspection and wonder, and the tea kettle will be on. And cookies on a platter!
Make no mistake Dear Reader, the choice of red, blood red, for the color of our Market Shed and Farm signs is no accident. The Farm’s sign for the highway will look very much like the fair display sign hanging here on the north side of the shed.
Most of our outbuildings, pens and signs are blood red. The paint can says “barn red.” And one could say that it’s the paint available at our local hardware store, at hardware stores across the nation. But it could easily have been green, or brown or “barn black”. Dirt thinks everything should be black if it isn’t beige already.
And I do love green, even though it is being terribly perverted at the moment in our culture, becoming more of a verb than a colour. Used as a marketing tool by everyone and their dog, even when it couldn’t be farther from the truth even in the sense that it is being used. But I digress. And certainly green would have been a decent color choice. Black not so much, a bit limiting, kind of bleak and rather hot for about a month.
It was no accident that we were led to use red as our canvas colour. Blood red.
This farm, our life on it, is the gift from blood, from the blood of Christ. The blood that washes away sins, brings abundance and peace beyond understanding, that binds souls together like no other blood.
It was a gift that led us to come here to this farm twenty-six years ago, a gift that caused us to stay, to raise our daughters here, to befriend those who passed into our lives here, a gift that grew Dirt and I as one, the one that we were already but came to fully understand through the gift that is His blood, His sacrifice for us.
Some people have fish to remind them of Who’s they are, I once wanted a tattoo of a crowing rooster to remind me, but now I have red, blood red, sanguine, to remind me, to make my heart leap with joy and to keep me following Him, directed towards His will, changing daily in His hand.
Hot Hippy Hut sounds to be the place to be when its cold and snowing Lanny.
Love the post and the true meaning.
Your background explanation makes great sense of the theme. Good job with it. I will look forward to more visits to the farm, both online and some day in person.
Love that shot of the market shed!! It looks sooooo good! Wanted to say how great your garden looks from the road too – yesterday as we passed by, and the gal on the tractor looked pretty nice as well – unless that was Dirt?? =) =)
Looks welcoming and certainly eyecatching. What does it look like inside?
Red was my grandmother’s favorite color.
I enjoyed hearing the reason behind your choice of red to represent your farm. Makes perfect sense to me.
And you KNOW there is power power wonderworking power in the blood —I like it – and as green colored as WA is – red is a lovely accent – excited about the potential for grand opening — will y’all deliver produce to my house ?? hehehehe
Lanny: I certainly enjoyed your post and your sanguine sales barn. Really nice job on your story.
This warms me up after a cold couple of days, for sure. That’s a great post. Thank you. You are great.
WOW – do I like this statement, “directed towards His will, changing daily in His hand.” That is absolutely awesome.
Ralph
Countless times, I heard my old farmer Dad say, “Farm buildings should be barn red. Farm houses should be white.”
You would have fit in. You do fit in. I hope I can make the grand opening and buy a membership. What’s it get me? How much natural fertilizer do I have to handle?