Green Panhandle of Texas!

 For the last two or three years Texas has been suffering from a drought. I've become used to dusty brown fields and parched red roads on all my visits to the Texas panhandle. This April, however, my drive over and back was pleasantly green. It was a misty day, following several days of March rains. Some fields were grassy and even the plains were alive with the eruption of once dormant seeds. Horses grazed quietly in the shade, and fat cows munched contentedly--some were up to their bellies in tall grass. I felt the land relax--no worried weariness. Such a difference water makes!

It Must Be Green Again

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.

Poor guy.

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."