It seems, on St. Patrick’s Day, a good time to write about green. In many areas, mid-March heralds the last breath of winter. This year the Northeast has endured a cold and snowy winter, and everyone’s thinking green, the lime shade of budding tree leaves and new grass shoots. Neither of which are really green. Grass and leaves absorb the colors of red and blue, but reflect the color green, which is what we see. Same with frogs—not green. They are a lovely chemical blue with a yellow outer layer, which makes them look green. But I digress. Spring greening comes right after snowdrop sightings; right before flowering fruit trees bloom. Green comes between yellow (forsythia) and blue (hydrangea) in the continuum of visible light. It is the color of newness: greenhorn, green cheese. On the flip side, green is the color of nausea, of jealousy, of dragons.
Nature is about to burst forth in brilliant shades of green. It is a time of rebirth, new hope, expectations. It all becomes official this Thursday, March twentieth. For today, wear something green, drink a green beer, eat cabbage, and kiss an Irishman. Spring is on the way!