Army green, GI Joe green, and its related camouflage green, also puke green, which some rude individuals have labeled my guacamole dip. A pox on them. A better fashion choice is usually:
hunter green or forest green if you prefer, although it's not the color of any forest I've ever seen. I prefer:
good old emerald green, suggestive of the Emerald Isle, which I hope to visit one day. And of course a real emerald would be nice, but I can't picture my fat finger with a giant honking gem like that on it. I think emeralds are in the category of big-ass jewelry, not my thing. Next up:
loden green, which always makes me think of "loden in your pants" and then:
kelly green, which varies by dye lot, I guess, since Google has about twenty different shades of it. And of course:
lime green, very yummy, and:
sea green, which is rather boring and has a lot of blue,and:
GOOD GRIEF! GET TO THE POINT, WILL YOU?
Oops, sorry, just a couple more. I don't like it when Bette has to step in.
But none of these, not one, compares to the bright wonderful green that the leaves are right now.
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Even my camera can't really capture it. But this shiny new green promises everything, doesn't it? Beauty when all was stark and ugly only a week ago, optimism in the face of daunting reality, and, if I may be forgiven, hope that something good is on the way.
And so, that's why I say that this week, dear reader, for me, is the best of the 52 we get.
I am traveling to Arkansas where they are well past this stage of green. I'll report when I get back.
A bientot
love,
becky
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