I remember, when staying with my Grandma Gonia one day, that she asked me what my favorite color was. I was in the fifth grade then. Mind you this was after she had bought me an 'orange' dress. Yes, Orange. I am a natural redhead, although I prefer to call it strawberry blonde (minus the blonde aspect, smiling) and at that point, yes, my hair was red. I don't wear orange, but I do love it over the Halloween and Thanksgiving holidays but not on this bod.
Anyhow, I digressed. My response to her was Green. She asked why and I explained because it stood for everything nature has to offer from the green grass, to new plants arising in the spring or any other time and the wonderful, blowing in the wind leaves of trees. We lived on a property in Hales Corner at that time and it had a pond and an awesome Weeping Willow tree that I just loved more than anything because of the way it blew in the wind.
I've gone through my phases of browns and blues but I always end up back to GREEN as my favorite.
I am a nature passionate person. Always have been. Always will be.
Green. I. Love. Green.