I love green

Have you known me since high school? I think there are a few of you out there who have. If so, you might be interested to know I am still crazy about green, even after the last house I lived in with the horrific avocado shag carpet. It took me a while to get over that. It inflicted a lot of trauma.

My love for the verdant now manifests more frequently in things that grow in the dirt, and less frequently in fuzzy wool skirts, trapeze tops, suede pumps and opaque tights. Before you get too worried, I was somewhat cute in those days and could get away with a lot. These days, not so much. And I'm aware of that. Anyway, my color choice made it easy to find great stuff on clearance racks. Still my primary strategy. But I only have one chartreuse sweater these days.

And I never did get that booger-green VW bus I used to want. I suppose I could paint the Odyssey. It would be sweet to get some airbrushed Norse gods and stuff, as well. I'm thinking about it.


These are purple potato plants. I love the slight purple cast in the leaves. Can hardly wait to dig them up.


First tomatoes! So pretty!


Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmgarlic ... and in contrast ...


Gardenia. Somebody when this landscaping was planted was thinking kindly of me falling asleep on the twin bed in the baby's room, breeze drifting over the shrubs into the window, carrying the sweetest scent in the world.


Sunflowers and onions, growing in the sun.