Did you see that extremely greedy green in November?
That was the tender chive green above my head when I first stepped into this market.
Did you see that extreme fearful red in March?
That was the blood dripping from my heart when I finally realized that I was just one of the last fat sheep to be slaughtered.
Redder than the market.
At this point, I have to admit, although I really don't want to, my chives have grown too obediently and too perfectly.