Georgia is mighty green this year. Really green and beautiful.
I am transported to the Georgia of my youth before years of drought squeezed the verdant lushness out of this place summer after summer.
When I was a kid, it was semi-tropical around here. Humid was a word often heard. But not the last few years. Arid and dry were common words.
I'm not sure I could live somewhere else (I've never tried) because I am not sure I can live without all of the mazillion shades of green that exist in summertime Georgia.
Each tree has its own shade of green, each plant for that matter. The rivers greens are enough to heal one's soul. The moss, the rye grass (which in drier hotter years would be long gone) - all green.
As long as I live, I will always love summertime in Georgia.