You know the saying, often attributed to Shakespeare, but really the creation of William Congreve. The origin is not important, but in Harmony Minnesota there is an excellent illustration of a woman scorned resulting in a fury of purple paint.
Last fall I wrote about Austin's Mohair farm with the proliferation of purple items. Adirondack chairs, fencing and signage. Was is my imagination or was there more since my visit in 2006?
Here's the story: The woman of the farm was so inspired by that poem about being old and wearing red hats and purple pants, that she painted the farm's front fence purple. At the end of the day, her husband came in from the fields, and gave her a hard time about the fence's new color. The woman was incensed by his criticism and vowed to buy a gallon of purple paint each year and little by little. Wonder what he thought when he saw the antique tractor:
You know what a marriage counsellor would say about this? It's not about the paint. Whatever it is, the place is fun. Better hide that truck: