There is green everywhere!
leaves overhead – a green sky of foliage canopied over the road
green seeping into the “blue” water – a child’s watercolor painting delight – turning the bay into The Teal Sound, or the Sound of Teal
seaweeds, a wet green, bedding along the high tide line
the dog’s green-stained fur after rolling and romping in wet grass
our nightly salad bowls – kale, arugula, spinach, romaine, cucumbers, scallions – all the great, once-growing green stuff
houseplants, in every shade of green … and some dotted with yellow, red, orange – as if intentional accents to show off their verdance
weeds growing out of gravel, sturdy greens
the color of new mold growing where dank conditions persist
patches and gardens overflowing with growing things
And there is every color of green:
the goldened dark green of dusk
the lime green strip running down the center of the prayer plant leaf
the blackened green of Douglas firs in shadow
the yellow-green of too-dry, dying leaves and grass
the stereotypical green of the watered, mowed, weeded, tended-“to-a-tee” golf course lawn
the sage green of lichen
the lemongrass green of fresh, moist moss
the eerie ashgreen on the low horizon just before a storm over the water
the fluorescent green of the flash at sunset
the compelling green in the iris of a cormorant
the medium green of the maple tree’s leaves in mid-June
the faded ink green of a Mt. Rainier meadow in an old photo on the desk
the electric green of the urchins spotlighted on a sunny day
the blue green of a tiny succulent in my terrarium
the silvered green of handpicked, now-dried sage for smudging
the brown-olive of a clump of desiccated moss on my nature calendar
the unnamable dozens of greens in gradations on any leaf, bough, tree, plant, stalk, stem
the translucent lighter green of the rainbow edging the squall clouds
the seafoam green of currents in the briny waters
the elusive flicker of green on the hummingbird’s swift back
These are but a small sampling of the greens of the coming summer-solstice landscape of this Pacific Northwest place I call home, hearth, soul-nourishing respite.
