the green room

In the upstairs of my grandmother's big house in Ankeny there was a room I loved. The Green Room, as everyone called it, because that's exactly what it was - everything in the little white room was that Colour - blankets, lamp, curtains, carpet, paintings, plants - some the deep shade like forests, some brighter, some softer; Jade and kelly, forest and beryl - all verdant... there was an alive feeling there and although I was little I would sometimes retreat; drawn to the shaded calm of a vital escape.