March 17, 2006
Green
There was a time when some fell for the notion that the moon was made of green cheese. Dolts they were thought to be, but maybe their conclusion was not entirely without reason. Unaged wheels of cheese in dim, cool places could easily look a bit like the moon when it is full of itself.
Out west where I started growing up, green and immaturity, lack of experience, gullibility, go hand in hand. Tenderfoot. Greenhorn. Actually, though, the new horns on young deer, so they say, often appear a little greenish.
On the other hand, St Patrick, like everybody else, probably wore brown … even on March 17th. Kermit, the frog, probably would, too, had he half the chance.
But just to be on the safe side, “O all ye green things upon the earth, bless ye the Lord; praise him and magnify him forever.”
It’s not easy being green.