Purple with envy

The expansive lawn spread out under massive oaks shrouded in lacy shawls of Spanish moss. A light breeze ruffled the delicate fringe giving the illusion the trees were dancing.

Not as stately as Scarlett’s Tara, the manor and its land were palatial to Lynn, her dream come true. Her only regret was that to possess this grand estate she had to live as an expatriate in an alien land.

She sat on her white clapboard porch in her white heirloom rocker enjoying a glass of iced tea marveling at how well the terraforming mimicked earth.

Only the violet sky was out-of-place.