Green!
This is from the last day of the Great Migration. We’re in Virginia at this point, so we’re pretty close to the end.
Every time I would visit home during my 10 years in Arizona, I was always amazed at how GREEN everything is. Arizona has green too, contrary to popular belief, but it is a completely different desert green (not counting all the imported species). A beautiful desert green, but nothing like the East Coast.
I’m so used to the landscaped rock and plant highways of Phoenix, that I had forgotten what it’s like out here, where the Right of Way is a tangle of trees, bushes, flowers, and whatever else happens to decide to grow. Highway weed control must be a completely different issue out here.
Gardening is going to be so different here. I grew up seeing gardens like everyone has here, but I’ve never actually gardened in this climate. I’ve been a desert dweller for so long, I hope I don’t kill everything.
I leave you with the esteemed words of Kermit the Frog.
It’s not that easy bein’ green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold-
or something much more colorful like that.
It’s not easy bein’ green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water- or stars in the sky.
But green’s the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain, or tall like a tree.
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why? Wonder,
I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful!
And I think it’s what I want to be.
(Kermit the Frog and Joe Rapposo)
I miss the green. Living in souther/southwestern climates for so many years, I really miss the changing of the seasons. Fall is my favorite.