My Sweetie, a native Californian, moved here from Arizona 13 years ago. Every spring he marvels at the absolute greenness of the eastern half of the United States.
I was 17 the first time I visited California. I was astounded that the hills were brown in July. To me summer is synonymous with green.
I have since marveled at the green velvet hills of California in the winter. But give me my Sweetie and green hills in the summer.
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