I have this urge to see green. I guess it must be to do with a longing for the spring. Not just any green but wonderful juicy apple greens and lime greens, yellow greens. Strong clear warm greens. Green green greeeeen!!!
And pink. Light sweet blossom pinks.
And intense tomato reds. And orange.
I want to see them, eat them, wear them.
I’ve had an eBay raid (well, one has to try and effect a certain damage limitation when these urges strike!) to surround and submerge myself in green, pink, orange, tomato red. I eat a little cherry tomato – oh my goodness, that’s SO delicious! Another! Another! Get some more! Peppers, apples, courgettes, celery, cavalo nero, broccoli, lettuce! Jaffas, clementines, carrots . . .
I stand and look at the abundant moss that grows in our front garden. Oh, look at that, look at that! So GREEN!
I feel vividly, cheerfully (even rather wildly) alive.
This is all very well but sometimes even I find myself a little wearing. Why am I like this?
I had the mole chopped out of my leg – ooh, when I changed the dressing I should have thought to take a pic and show you the scar with its spidery black stitches. Wow! It’s a good one!
This was our garden last summer. This is what I'm ready to see.