You can still see the thin spots in the lawn, but overall, I mainly see GREEN.
Actually, I’m thinking perhaps I laid on my stereotypical idioms a bit thick there… but to move on…
Ireland from the air, the green a bit dulled by the haze.
The landscape seems transformed on this third day of rain. I haven’t seen this much green since we were in Ireland in 2019. (That was a cliche I was delighted to find confirmed — from the air before we landed, and everywhere we rode or walked across the land. “Emerald” is no exaggeration.)
There’s a piece of our yard that always looks green — having been regularly irrigated since we had sod laid last year in place of a bunch of runaway juniper that I suspected of harboring copperheads — but this is not that part. Yet now it’s almost lush.
How’s it going where you are? I sincerely hope you have not washed away, in spite of the apocalyptic flood warnings Alexa keeps issuing. I wonder whether Amazon would let me change her name to Cassandra?…
The view out back. I need to replace those couple of loose deck boards. If it ever stops raining.
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I realize that view from the air of Ireland was a bit hazy, dulling the green. Above you get a better idea of what it looks like on the ground. That’s a park in Killarney, the day after St. Patrick’s Day in 2019.
The color even tries (and often succeeds at), dominating things that would not normally be green, such as the stone wall below…