Green is the color of the sea and my eyes. It is the color of my garden in spring and summer, the forest, and the rolling hills outside my window.
The color of rejuvenation. Of new life. Of time leaving a patina behind to mark its passing. It is emeralds, onions and frogs. It is what rustles in the breeze, in the dark, under a sky illuminated by distant stars.
It is moss that creeps, hospital walls, and my favorite flavor of jello. It is peace and nature, soothing and cooling. Mint juleps and parasols carried by ladies of the past. It is envy, inexperience and in some cases, nausea.
It is Irish, turtles and seaweed. The color of all seasons and the one I favor most of all.