JESSICA REAVES
Softened army green-think fatigues bleached by months of sunshine. Green-in all its shades-has long been my favorite color (the proof lies in my school photos, which, year to year, almost always featured me wearing some deeply unfortunate sweater of a distinctly green hue).
ALAN SOLOMON
I love the deep green of the Wrigley Field grass in late afternoon, when the people are gone except for a few slow writers up in the box, and the sun is low and the air is clear and the sprinklers are on. The park is never more beautiful, and it feels like it belongs to me and Hank Sauer and Ernie Banks, and always has and always will . . .
MARY SCHMICH
Green of the tree leaves in spring. It carries and reflects light. I like olives and sea foam but neither of those colors wows me on a paint chip.
JOHN KEILMAN
Forest green, the color of the woods at night just beyond the light of the campfire, around which my brother and I spent childhood evenings eating Jiffy Pop and listening to my dad read “The Hobbit.”
NOTE: Read John’s story on Green Toronto in today’s Travel section.
