Green is the colour of wasabi – something that I ate a big spoonful of on a dare when I was young(er) and stupid(er). I would definitely not recommend such stupidity. Trust me.
Green was the colour of my house at school – both primary and secondary. I remember with much fondness all those swimming and athletic carnivals. Not that I was a great athlete or swimmer (the very thought makes me laugh) but it was always nice having a day off school and seeing all the houses rally with such energy and spirit. In primary school, I actually competed in a few heats but in high school, I mainly hung out with my Asian friends and played cards. So Asian, I know.
Green was the colour of the scarf I knit in high school during the final month of the final exams. It was my first experiment in knitting and it was moderately successful. More significant is the fact that it cemented my habits as a highly effective procrastinator.
Green is the colour of my first car. An energy efficient Toyota Corolla that I bought from my parents eight years ago. I remember how dismayed I’d been when I first found out my parents had purchased a bright green car. Were they crazy, I’d thought to myself. Yet somehow, over the years, the colour has grown on me and now I can’t imagine it in any other shade or hue. Angus calls it “mummy’s green car” since the “big car” naturally belongs to daddy.
Green is also the colour of Angus’ car at home. My parents bought it for him before we moved into our house last year. It has a white steering wheel and big eyes at the front. He is amazingly swift and deft on it and likes to ride around the house on it every day. Often you’ll find him watching Play School while ‘parked’ on his car. Recently he’s even tied a tray of wooden blocks to the back of the car so that he has a trailer like his Pa.
Green is the colour of kiwis – a fruit that both Angus and Pete like to eat. I like how easy they are to prep: one slice and you’re done. It’s the choice fruit for the lazy mum.
Green is the colour of my parents’ house – my old home. I never realised how green it was until after I moved out: the carpet is green, the curtains are green, the kitchen bench top is green, even the couches are green. Though not my first preference in colour, I have to say that I like it. Every time I return home, it soothes me and it calms me.
Green is the colour of the socks I’ve worn to every single birth: Cameron’s, Angus’, Pete’s and James’. They’re Rick’s old socks, and they’re rough and scratchy but I love them for their warmth and thickness and the fact that they belong to the man whom I love.
Green is a colour loved by Rick because it is the colour of nature. It is the colour of our national parks, the colour of our mountains, the colour of the trees on our street and the colour of the bushes in our front yard.
Green is the colour of my mum’s pot plants. It is the colour of growth and freshness, the colour of life and fertility. It is the colour of starting afresh – of planting new seeds and of sowing new hope.
One of the many colours of life.
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