the many shades of green in spring never cease to obsess me...I have various names for those days which mark the shifts of color, when they change and intensify, from pale yellowy greens to celery greens to light apple greens to leaf greens to tree greens (I know some of these are highly subjective)...and then in late summer when the process reverses, when just after high summer the intenstity of color, of greenness, dissipates ever so slightly each day, and then the change begins when new colors, shades of otherness are thrown upon the palette: the many shades of green in August gradually give way to gold and yellow and orange and rust and brown and sepia and crimson and red and mauve and scarlet...a process so excruciatingly sad and beautiful and wistful my heart fairly aches at the sight, of the cool spectrum of greens melding into warm shades, colors fading and brightening sparkling and darkening against blue skies bright as a bicycle built in heaven...

I pity those who do not live where this change take place with such gorgeous ferocity...yet every place has its change of seasons, on some level...