When I think of spring, the color
green pops into my head first.
Not exact matches
When the Christmas tree flashes from yellow to
green, I
pop my left foot off the brake and go for it, the Cadillac slamming my helmeted
head back
into the seat with a monstrous open - piped bellow.
They've watched the lettuces unfold
into luscious
heads that we harvest for daily salads, the peas climb upward in a
green tangle, and the radishes
pop their tiny pink tops out of the dirt.