We need more pink houses in Florida. There, I said it.
At the risk of sounding like John Cougar Mellencamp, I must admit that I enjoy the palette I see daily from my lanai. I guess I should thank my neighbors as it is their homes that I appreciate so much. I am blessed by one neighbor who put their heart and soul into a perfect pink presentation. That’s just the visual art at the beginning of the cul de sac! But then I roll my eyes to the right and see the butter cream color, so pleasant, followed by the pale, parrot green. Even the white and beige homes in Florida are so pure and peaceful. It’s a beautiful bounty and a visual gift.
I would not be content elsewhere. No boxy brick homes, no pale cape cods, and no gray siding homes will do. Nope, now that I have been spoiled with the colors of summer all in my purview, I could not appreciate anything less.
Maybe my cup (or paint can) is indeed overflowing with the idea of an endless summer. But, hey, it’s Florida. It’s home. It’s a precious picture from my lanai.
