“However much we may learn of chlorophyl, chromogen, and colour-cells {the pigments of nature that are made from the earth and rain, air and sun, somewhere in the dark habitation of the roots and the airy galleries of the leaves} we do not know why the same ingredients clothe one petal with flame and another with blue.
Colour, like fragrance, is intimately connected with light; and between the different rays of the spectrum and the colour-cells of plants there is a strange telepathy. These processes, so little explored, seem in their deep secrecy and earthly spirituality more marvelous than the most radiant visions of the mystics.”
From The Spring of Joy: Poems 
by Mary Webb
