The weather has been marvellous. There has been some rain, just enough to encourage the plants, and much sunshine. Driving to Saint-Fort-sur-Gironde this morning to buy vegetables at the market, I was distracted by the greens of the view: trees in pale spring-leaves, grass growing madly, and the deep rich green of young wheat. It's the only time of the year that the landscape is so rich in green-ness, because soon the grass will fade in the sunshine and the fields will turn delicate shades of yellow as the cereals mature, followed by the bright yellow of the sunflowers. The trees will carry the banner of verdure, of course, and so will the vines, but nothing will match the sprouting wheat.
A friend said he doesn't see all the different greens. He likes the countryside, but to him it's just one shade of green and a lot of brown. I wonder if that's one reason why some people don't appreciate rural views so much: they can't see the colours?
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