If you ask me my least favorite color, I'm likely to say green, but that can't be true: my favorite flower in bloom asserts green -- blush green like pistachio ice cream or lime sorbet with cream or the shadows in a baby's fat thigh folds.
Throughout town, snowball or torn-and-ruffled-paper-globe flowers dangle from hydrangea (water vessel, literally, from Greek) limbs like so many holiday ornaments shouting "Spring!"
So many, so liberal, so cheerful, so green -- even the deer seem to be leaving them alone, happily for me and my ravenous visual appetite.
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