Red Door

I wonder if a red door has special significance? If so, I'm betting it has something to do with both going out and with coming back home. This isn't my door, and my door isn't red, but I went out early for a fine walk with a lovely friend, then for a while of knitting and coffee with more friends. A great way to start the day. Back home, I tackled a to-do list including a string of family emails I dreaded - family emails can be dreary - sent them off, and ALL came back with good, heartening responses. Doesn't have a thing to do with red doors really, but what the heck, it's what I have to share today.