There’s something about spring. The flora is fresh and the sun is in a certain position in the sky to make that flora look brilliantly green. Irish green. Nearly neon green.
After the rain falls things are even greener. I have to check my glasses to see that they aren’t tinted.
However, I can’t take too much green all by itself. Yes, it’s fresh, it’s life-affirming, but it’s all so…green. It needs a little white mixed in.
Bridal Wreath Spirea
I’ve always loved the combination of green and white. When I moved into Husby’s house after we were first married one of the first things I requested was that the trim of his white house be painted green. After all, I lived there too. The wonderful man I married bowed to his bride’s request, and soon our new abode looked as fresh as springtime. I loved it.
Variegated Hosta
Now in our new house (of seventeen years) we have lots of green and white combinations for me to admire, none of which required Husby to get on a ladder to paint. Nature (and Husby’s gardening skills) takes care of the color schemes, and many of them are green and white.
Lily of the Valley
I’ve taken time to enjoy the colors of springtime, and look forward to the palettes of the coming seasons.
Auntie B's Wax 