My husband Turtle is colorblind.
Not totally colorblind, mind you, so that his world is black, white and all gray in- between, but a faded sort of colorblind that can't tell the difference between red, orange, and yellow; that only sees the blue in aqua and purple (making them the same color); and that cannot tell the difference between green and brown.
I feel sorry for anyone who can't see green. Especially at this time of year, when glorious green sings mightily under the pale blue sky.
I sigh contentedly out the car window,
"It's so beautiful out there."
He says: "What? Oh. It must be green again."