sage green

It took me 1,015 strokes to see this shade of green in a world of orange, and my jaw nearly dropped.

With the dispersal of the spores the cone shrivels up, and then the stems starts to send out green branches.

The plant as a whole remains green until late in the autumn.

A few, very few, little dots had run back over that green patch—the others had passed down into the world of darkness.

I could see only the stretch of green before me, and I felt as if I must walk on forever, without coming to the end of it.

It was a spring day, and the fat buds of the chestnuts were bursting into magnificent green plumes.