Green is the color of June : verdure, soft moss, chartreuse and lime. A color born from too much rain; drips and drops, torn from the sky, an unbroken deluge of water. Green is the color of June. Green is unlucky whisper the actors, the sailors and my grandmother-in-law, who wore red lipstick and hitched up her skirt to catch a tan when the sun shone bright. Green is the color of June.
Green was my favorite color as a child. I had green underwear, socks and pants, a green and white striped top and a pair of shorts. Green is growing, green is living, green is envy and rage; bearing burnt copper. Green is the color born from the mountains, emerald lava trickling from the skies. Limpid green, the sea is thriving. Green is the color of June.
4 comments:
ahhh Susanna, so happy to see a new post (was thrilled to hear from you!)! i can almost smell the greenness you are talking about. so nice and refreshing. i've never thought of June being green but now that will stick with me...
hope to be back on my blog sooooon but time keeps slipping away...can't believe next week will be July already...wth
Mien, so very, very lovely to read you here. Come back, come back, come back... we all miss your amazing art and your words...merci à toi...
Everywhere vert : ) Love that last photo.
Thanks Cynthia, It's just fifteen minutes walk out from my front door. Oh yes, partout c'est vert.
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