Actually, white is not a pure colour but a combination of many. Apparently some white lights, when shone, reflect a variety of different shades!
In France, my husband Ron always bought me white geraniums for our terraces. Here in Marshfield Park, on my little balcony, they are my delight, and are the only plant in full bloom, even in November!
I like white clothes too. I think that a man wearing a white collar looks very smart. I also like to see babies in white. And brides too—it’s such a virginal colour!
Another of my favourite things is snow: how glorious it is when it pitches! Once when we lived in France, it snowed in April.. This was so unusual that people were all rushing around taking photographs.
I’m glad that Father Christmas usually has a white fur trim on his red coat and around the hood..
Food is another story! I know that we have ice-cream, potatoes, and cauliflower, but I think that a dish needs some colour to make the meal look appetizing. But nearly everything else, yes please…...WHITE!