They are everywhere but was never quite sure who the tag is for and what it's about. Until I read 
I am, however, a little conflicted. On one hand steemit is all about quality content, but then it seems that quantity is also important? The lines are blurred and I deduct from this that the platform needs both and it is the sum of it all that matters.
I enjoy reading the short little ulogs plucked out of people's lives but I worry a little bit that I will soon have too many ulogs in my feed and might miss some other awesome high-quality posts that I like reading. Again, like many things on steemit, I guess it will be a matter of finding my balance and what works for me.
Anyway, moving on to my green world...
(Photos taken by me)
Correct! But it wasn't always green. I used to think my favourite colour was red. I think my mother picked that for me when I was little. Everything she had to be able to separate between the three kids (facecloths, toothbrushes, blankets etc.) was blue for Martin, my oldest brother, yellow for Jean-Claude, my middle brother (who calls himself J.C. these days), and red for me, the youngest. So all the years growing up, I believed I liked red best. Until I realised there was a colour that spoke to me much more.
Green made me feel something. Red never did that for me. Red was just a colour. Green, however, makes feel calm when I'm surrounded by it. It makes me feel connected with nature when I touch it. Green is a colour that amazes me with the sheer number of shades and tones and the even greater number of plants and trees that carry these magnificent shades and tones with grace and modesty. In other words it just makes me happy. I realised that quite early, I'm sure, but I only officially changed my favourite colour from red to green after I moved out from home. I don't know why, it probably wasn't that important, as long as I knew which made me happier.
Needless to say that I love trees. All of them, but big ones especially. They have something about them that is hard to describe. An energy that emanates and moves through you if you let it. I let it. I sit under trees, I touch trees, I hug trees. I know they are good for me in some way.
There isn't enough green in Switzerland where I grew up. Summer is ok but I disliked the winters with a passion. Grey and somtimes white, but mostly grey. And the cold lasts too long. That was not for me. There were many reasons that made me want to leave and move to Australia instead, and particularly to the tropical part of Australia where it is always green. I have no conscious recollection why we picked the Far North, we just loved it (so glad my other half felt the same).
Did that have something to do with the fact that this place is soooooo very green, all year round? I like to think so. I've never looked back, always loved living here, and appreciated my wonderful, calming, soothing, grounding, GREEN surroundings. Every single day, for the past 24 years.
That was my Ulog for today. Looking forward to reading more of yours.
As always, thank you to 
May peace be with you (try the colour green, it works)
