Still raining, everything getting green, up in the morning it's lovely out the window, kitchen lamp reflected in the panes.

Robert Sheckley one wrote a story about a space explorer stranded on a world with no green. The only green color he could see came from the explosions of his blaster. He ran down its battery, firing it over and over to see the green. And then the yellow hyenas got him.

Closer in on the green leaves I remember the poem “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams.

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

Hail Gaia.

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