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May 1Liked by Katy Kelleher

Virginia Woolf's sitting room in Monk's House is a shade of green like this -- the closest modern equivalent I can find to it is Arsenic by Farrow & Ball. Her sister mocked her for loving green so much, but she adored it and kept it and now when you visit—especially since the room is dug into the ground and only has high, flower-level windows—it feels like swimming in an algae-covered pond or rolling among fresh wildflower stalks.

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This is now my entire bucket list

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I finally found someone with the same level of love for this color 💚

Thank you for broadening my vocabulary with such wonderful new words, magical.

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Oh thank YOU this comment made my day

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No one brings color to life the way you do, Katy-- you are such a talented writer! Thanks for sharing spring green with us. Glancing at my yard, I think your timing couldn't be better : )

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Thank you - I love it when you comment because I can tell you really think about the colors and their meanings!

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I finally found someone with the same level of love for this color 💚

Thank you for broadening my vocabulary with such wonderful new words, magical.

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May 2Liked by Katy Kelleher

I've been alive this whole time and never heard of "Virescence"?? Thanks for this one. Spring green is my favorite color :)

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Really enjoyed this! And feeling so psychically connected to you reading it, having sent out a newsletter titled Spring Greens just yesterday. That bright green of spring really is such a treat!

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Your soup looks incredible and I’m going to try to recreate it. I’m such a potato person

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That one is from the Soup Season Substack — so so good!

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May 1Liked by Katy Kelleher

ahhhhh this is fantastic! Blessings of Beltane.

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Helen Frankenthaler, queen of my heart.

Also, not sure if you know of this poem by Kay Ryan, but it’s one of my all time faves, and seems fitting here:

The Things of the World

Wherever the eye lingers

it finds a hunger.

The things of the world

want us for dinner.

Inside each pebble

or leaf or puddle is a hook.

The appetites of the world

compete to catch a look.

What does this mean

and how does it work?

Why aren't rocks complete?

Why isn't green adequate

to green? We aren't gods

whose gaze could save,

but that's how the things

of the world behave.

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