The grass is green

When I was a child, we’d take Sunday afternoon drives out into the countryside and drive and drive and drive. My parents were so boring sometimes! What I remember most about those long, dull drives is the grass in southeastern Indiana. The grass, especially in the early springtime, was so so so green – a bright blossoming green akin to the ‘spring’ green crayon in the yellow box by Crayola. 

And the darker greens in the tree canopy! Amazing! 

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