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Green.

Luscious. Living. Thriving.

Green is a color of abundance and of life.

A color that reflects growth and development.

As a country girl, I believe there were times I took green for granted. There is something about looking out your bedroom window and seeing green grass, green trees, and green bushes that give you a since of hope and purpose.

My husband and I live in a ‘town’ as locals still refer to it, but it has really become a rapidly growing city…

There are new buildings going up all the time. There is concrete being poured on all the corners, roads being widened, additional street lights being installed, and lots that are clearly residential marked to sale ‘commercial’ of course.

From our town-home you can be standing on farm land in less than a mile… and be walking in to Kroger in less than 3 miles…

Our ‘neighborhood’ developed so fast the elementary school doubled its building space in less than 3 years. The school is apparently still ‘packed to the rafters’. (The country gal in me is thankful we don’t have children yet. Would we send them to a kindergarten class with 168 other children?!)

A midst all the new buildings and development and living in a home that isn’t as old as my dog, I am thankful for a home that still has green ‘out back’. I think God knew I was going to need that.

There is a water run-off as well as a small ‘wooded’ area that separates our ‘new’ neighborhood from an ‘older’ one.

I can lay in bed and hear crickets, frogs when there has been rain, and even birds. God knew I needed green.

My subconscious misses green when it is not around...

Green. God knew we were going to need it.
A color that demonstrates living.

'Green' was a writing prompt for this past Friday's 'Five Minute Friday'. This post was written in five minutes with no edits as part of a writing community. To learn more about Five Minute Fridays and the link up click here.
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