Riding on the back of a motorcycle along back roads in this area on a recent warm and sunlit morning felt like a smorgasbord of fresh smells, sights, and signs of spring in the air and on the ground.
Gazing to my left, to my right, in front of me, and in the rearview mirror, green was all I could see around me much of the time. But the word “green” couldn’t begin to convey the vast array of shades within my gaze. There was pale green of the tall field grass swaying in the breeze, the deep, lush, rich green grass covering the flat meadows, and the dark green on the newest tips of the smallest baby leaves on the trees and shrubs. How do you explain or describe a color?