I'm still not over a bad case of green intoxication. After a dull, cold brown winter and a very late, slow-to-warm-up spring, the greening world still dazzles me.
Each time I visit, the park is greener.
My eyes drink it in and I sniff the wet air that smells so wonderfully of green, growing things.
I don't even mind the occasional dash of pink.
|A clump of Lady Slippers|
But green is nice too.
Even in the rain.