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There are more shades in the forest canopy than whiskers on a fox, and every one of them is green. Some are nascent, bright, yet still pale enough to glint from above. Others are the deepest green of mid-summer leaves, every one an efficient factory for making sugar. Between these two are every shade, every hue. Some have an undertone of blue, others yellow. Yet come fall the green will only be a memory of the season past and the transient beauty of the reds and golds will tumble in the newly frigid winds.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 19, 2014.
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In the countryside the green meant nothing to me. The grass was green, the trees were green and the bread was green half the time. I couldn't wait to leave, couldn't wait to leave that penetrating winter chill behind me and head for central heating, no garden and granite counters. Isn't that why I worked my ass off in school? Now my world is just grey: grey concrete, grey roads and grey skies. Sometimes I will turn a corner to find the city has planted a tree. Just one spindly cherry tree can transport me home, fill my lungs with fresh air and remind me of those I left behind. On these occasions I take a leaf for my pocket and I don't care who sees, taking a leaf isn't illegal, yet. Then at home I dry it between my old doorstopper dictionaries before digesting it to a skeleton and mounting it on green card. Now the forest of home is on my walls. Every leaf is my mother's smile or my father's bad jokes. How tired of them I was, how tired without them I am now.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 19, 2014.
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Green can be the best colour and the worst; everything depends on context. If I am imagining a forest, fresh spring plants after winter or my mother's summer garden, then green is beautiful and I want everything to be a virescent shade. I want to paint my house spring green, accent with pots glazed in forest pine and where a scarf the colour of snow-peas. But remind me of snot, rancid pus and mould and I want nothing to do with it at all. Fickle, I know, but true.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 19, 2014.
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verdant green

By dan, January 30, 2013.
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The green fields were lush and wild, like a jungle without the trees, full of promise and hope.

By genrestorm, December 10, 2014.