There is the old saying, I know. “the grass is greener…”
it is an interesting one,
and sometimes literally true,
as well as metaphorically,
and can have to do with appearances and perceptions
as well as “reality” of course.
We ambled on the Ambler grounds here,
around the Wilson house,
and came to a place where the grass was distinctly greener,
in a small valley where water must have been.
It reminded me that from the air,
flying into Philadelphia,
I noticed shades of green
that seemed to come from my Northeast childhood,
and my “forest heart” responded.
Where have you felt,
or seen a greener green,
and how does it,
how has it affected you?