The ponds are shimmering, and the lily pads are growing and swimming on the surface. The green grass encircles the pond, and it’s hard to tell where the grass ends and the pond begins and vice versa. I always miscalculate and end up with wet shoes, no matter how hard I try. Each time I tell myself that this will be the time I don’t step into the mud and sink up to my knees, and each time I’m wrong.
The grass is still that brilliant paddy green color, which
is only seen in the springtime.
Summertime will bring the deep green color, and late summer and fall
will bring the tired green color. But
for now, we revel in paddy green as the new pink lily flowers just start to
open. I sometimes wonder if the color
seems so brilliant green because the grass is simply bursting with the golden
energy of the sun. Each blade seems to
give off a peculiar glow, and that’s called paddy green.
I could have gone closer (since I was already a mess) and
taken a nice photo of a lily, but this is about the green. You’ve heard of the “wearing-o-the-green” at
St. Patrick’s Day? Well, this is Maine’s rendition of the
wearing-o-the-green. Right now, everything
is so plump and full. Let’s rejoice in
this brilliance! We know it won’t
last--can’t last--and that makes it all the sweeter.
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| The paddy green. |
