My family in Wales just sent me this picture. I gasped when I saw it. That is my Dad’s favorite little sister that was very young when he immigrated. But it was the scene behind her that took my breath away, that green.
It reminds me of when I was young woman. There was a wool coat in a store, (a Yolanda original) that was that exact colour of green (not a colour ones sees a lot of where I live). It was much too expensive for a struggling student but a friend of mine worked at the store and I asked her to tell me if it went on sale. I went back often for almost a whole year to look at that coat, try it on again, and wish. It did eventually go on sale and when they cut the price in half I promptly bought it, wore it and loved it for years.
Then later, when we worked at a ranch, we lived down by a creek surrounded by hills and because it was an unusually wet year, they were the same colour of green. One day while I was walking with our collies in the rain; looking up at those hills I was overcome by a feeling, like nostalgia.
I think I have always been homesick for a place I have never even been to, hadn’t even seen in pictures, someplace green.