Green with…delight

When the boys were younger, I loved being out in front of our house with a bucket of sidewalk chalk. We’d be on our hands and knees, doodling. Drew loved picking different colors out and proclaiming that, today, yellow was his favorite color. Or blue. Or purple. Or orange. It would change with the day.

Invariably, he would ask me. “Daddy, what’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

Always green, I would say. Without hesitation. It’s been my favorite color for as long as I can remember.

Do you have a favorite color? Some people might not, I suppose. But most probably do.

And if you do have a favorite color, why is that particular hue it?

Positive connotations with some memory you have. Or maybe the color of a particular place in which you are fond. Perhaps a specific color makes you feel good.

I’d say all of these are different examples of delight. A delightful memory. A delightful place. A delightful feeling.

That’s all of the above for me. Green is it.

I see verdant forest canopies in the summer. I can smell the aroma of fresh-cut grass. I can even taste that favorite pale green key lime pie that my mom makes for me on my birthday.

Interestingly, the specific shade of green doesn’t matter, with one specific exception. I love olive, turquoise, chartreuse, British racing, emerald…all of them.

Except Kelly green. Not a fan. And I have no idea why.

But all the rest, just delightful.