Tuesday, November 23, 2010
My son got in trouble at school years ago. He painted a blue apple and the teacher told him there was no such thing. She was angered that he had not taken the assignment at face value. He should have painted one that looked like the other children's apples. I smiled and told him his teacher did not see well. Some things were bigger than box dwellers could understand. I hung the blue apple on the wall and sent a note to her explaining that in our family, blue apples are very real.
I had never told him of my blue apples before. He knew them anyway. He painted them for me without needing them explained. That Is a blue apple.