Ugh. Green. I hate green. Give me something great for my birthday and if it's green, I'll hate it. I might even be sad, because the gift itself can be great, but this icky colour totally ruins it for me.
When I was little, one wall in our living room was painted green. Not a light green, like leaves. Nooo, barf-green. Damn, that was ugly! In the early eighties there must have been a trend to paint one wall in your living room differently from the other three. My father chose this barf-green. Actually, he didn't like it either, but it wasn't that bad for him. So he only changed it after the West came. We have lots of photos of this room. Ew.
Green is okay in trees and gras and frogs. But on any other stuff it's blergh.
Here in the most beautiful city in the world, I am glad to have lots of green around me. Nearby is one of the rivers, where I like to go walking. Nearby in the other direction is a nice park. With wild strawberries.
Aaaand on my windowsill sit three plants. But not because they are green. It's because they bloom in beautiful blue bellflowers.
This post is also a part of the week of colours, because it's still going on! Go and look at Francesca's Green and her wonderful pictures!