Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
“Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.”
It always draws controversy. I recall a neighbor glancing at the painting with the discerning eye of a collector remarking, “How in-ter-esting!” Love it or hate it, it hangs on my bedroom wall. This vivid, lively swirl of jade green, orange and blue with the upside down heart (my interpretation) The painting that brings the memory of my father closer to me than well, many memories themselves. He loved this painting. Just glancing at it brings him close to me again. We never knew where he bought it or who the artist. Likely, one of this beloved auctions or tag sales. They say scent is the strongest indicator of a memory yet for me, the visual of this painting is like going home, vividly.
The vividness of a garden flower in bloom
Every August we spend a week at a fly fishing club in Vermont for our family vacation. As our sons grow, we also enjoy the ritual of a new sweatshirt purchased at summer’s end for the upcoming Fall school year, compliments of Shaw’s General store. This past summer’s choice was a vivid yellow. I love the way it appears against the backdrop of the lake and a sunburned nose.