My mum was a draughts-woman, and, in her fifties, took up painting and drawing for pleasure. We’d often discuss the colour green, and I remember her complaining that she could never paint a spring tree the colour it really was, as no one would believe her. It was just too blinking green! That’s how I feel about the words conveying green. I’ve now taken to describing them in terms of things they remind me of; tree frogs, pea shoots, emeralds (though, that last one is a bit of a cliche in itself). Maybe we should start making words up? Also, fab daisy info. I didn’t know any of that. 👍
I’ve just spent 10 days in the west of Ireland where the land is too poor to grow crops but hosts a richness of wild flowers at this time of year including the daisy. Daisies everywhere, small and big. A happy flower, I always think, with their vibrant colouring. Love this info, Cathy🙏
My mum was a draughts-woman, and, in her fifties, took up painting and drawing for pleasure. We’d often discuss the colour green, and I remember her complaining that she could never paint a spring tree the colour it really was, as no one would believe her. It was just too blinking green! That’s how I feel about the words conveying green. I’ve now taken to describing them in terms of things they remind me of; tree frogs, pea shoots, emeralds (though, that last one is a bit of a cliche in itself). Maybe we should start making words up? Also, fab daisy info. I didn’t know any of that. 👍
What a lovely anecdote about your Mum. And I love the description of tree frog green 💚
Thank you xx I've always loved tree frog green :)
I’ve just spent 10 days in the west of Ireland where the land is too poor to grow crops but hosts a richness of wild flowers at this time of year including the daisy. Daisies everywhere, small and big. A happy flower, I always think, with their vibrant colouring. Love this info, Cathy🙏
Thank you Sheila, I agree the daisy is a happy flower 😊