It’s Not Easy Being Green

Image courtesy of Arvind Balaraman /

Image courtesy of Arvind Balaraman /

My Mom was “green” before being “green” was cool. 

It was a warm spring day on the James River when my first grade class stopped swinging and “see-sawing” to sit by a pond.  If the truth be known, the sitting was to let the mothers – chaperones on this field trip to Huntington Park – rest.

The sun sparkled off of huge white flowers perched on even larger green pads.  I had never seen such large flowers floating in one place.

When the other children returned to their playing and the Moms hovered over them, I made my move!  I snatched a green pad, a white flower and a tiny frog that was straddling both.

 Since I was a novice thief, I did not have the foresight to figure out how I was going to hide this gigantic, soggy bloom.  So I had to confess. Continue reading