September 17--______ is the color I remember
Green. It’s like the only color crayon or paint God had left when he got to this part of the country. There are so many different shades, so many nuances leading your eye on over the hills and the water. Oh, the sky is blue, of course, with puffy white clouds sailing by on the sharp cooling wind, but all the rest I see is green. Green punctuated by a spear of yellow-gold aspen leaves in places and a blast of sumac red around the edges. Green is cool and soothing to the eye like the maple leaves but it can also blast you with the vivid chartreuse of sweet potato vine or show its somber side in a stand of black green cedars. Watch a wooded hillside for a hour and see how the light changes the color and feeling. Sit on a bayside boulder and watch the slimy green algae shift like hair in the lapping wavelets. Green is all around even in the dark of winter.
See you tomorrow.
--Barbara
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