While walking through the lush rainforest, I found myself admiring the brownness of some ferns. Typically I love ferns for the vibrant green that they bring to forests. But in this forest, green was in excess. So, on this occasion, I found myself admiring the rich reddish brown of the dead parts of ferns.
Then I looked about, and I saw the chocolate bark of the cedars through my new eyes. And I thought, Why do we discriminate against brown? I can't ever remember meeting a person who said their favorite color is brown. Have you? Instead, it's always one of the colors in the rainbow, or occasionally black, but never brown.
Today, my favorite color is brown.
Brown for rich, healthy dirt.
Brown for thick, fur-like bark.
Brown for the foundation upon which life is nourished, grows and thrives.
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