Washington is the greenest place I’ve ever lived in at least two senses, though I’m referring to the color. Houston, where we lived until April, is in a protracted drought while, as of this writing, the rain in greater Seattle has paused only momentarily in the last 48 hours. NE Eighth Street, which runs east-west between our neighborhood and downtown Bellevue, is a long, rolling green tunnel. The saplings in the median are the color of iceberg lettuce. Flanking the street are the darker hues of conifers, oaks, ashes, a few maples and, unexpectedly, tulip trees with their geometrically straight trunks. The effect, in the cloud-diffused light of late afternoon, is of a vast theme park devoted to photosynthesis. I’ve read evolutionary explanations for the soothing qualities possessed by green. I don’t know about that, though I know that massed quantities of green buoy my spirits. I associate it in some pre-rational way with solace and contentment. In “Green,” Richard Wilbur calls it “a great largesse”:
“Tree leaves which, till the growing season’s done,
Change into wood the powers of the sun,
“Take from that radiance only reds and blues.
Green is a color that they cannot use,
“And so their rustling myriads are seen
To wear all summer an extraneous green,
A green with no apparent role, unless
To be the symbol of a great largesse
“Which has no end, though autumns may revoke
That shade from yellowed ash and rusted oak.”
Saturday, June 07, 2008
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I just started reading AE and until I read this post hadn't realized you're from Bellevue, though now I of course notice the location in the upper left.
Are you going to see Salman Rushdie on Thursday? I've actually never read any of his books, but the mixed- to positive reviews of The Enchantress of Florence convinced me to try it.
I visited Seattle a few years ago and was thrilled by all the trees. I decided to call Seattle "The City in the Forest," because that's how it felt to me.
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