Ah, summer! The very thought of it brings greenery to mind—lush forests, tall grass, garden produce. With roots (so to speak) in the midwest, I remember the abundance of green that would overflow the horizon in summertime. Paired with the tangible haze of humidity in the air, the green was vibrant.
After moving to California, I have exchanged green for a rainbow of other colors—the cacophony of flowers and plants that create a bright mosaic in Los Angeles; the lush gold of the parched, rolling hillsides in Northern California, topped by the stalwart, dusty olive tint of oak trees; and the bright blue of the Pacific Ocean, put together with the many hues of light that permeate the mist in the air.
It’s not always green, but it’s good.