Golden Green

The foliage grew thinner, golden-green light filtering through the pine needles as we approached a clearing. ❋ Molly Harper (2011)

The late-day shadows stretch out like nymphs on the lawn, reveling naked and dark in the warm golden-green grass. ❋ Susan Gibb (2010)

Bellini c. 1430-1516, working with the new medium of oil paint, depicts St. Francis in the lower right of the picture standing outside his hut, his figure anchoring the creamy celadon and golden-green landscape. ❋ Lance Esplund (2011)

They're also beautiful to look at — tiny egg-shaped beads that are a pale yellow when raw and take on a translucent, golden-green glow when cooked. ❋ Unknown (2009)

I moved on to planet fourteen, which I had noticed was a beautiful golden-green color. ❋ Johnny Pez (2010)

I swung around so that my feet were closest to it, and they entered the atmosphere, where the golden-green touched the blackness of space. ❋ Johnny Pez (2010)

A yew tree grew just to the side of the cistern, its branches covered with the first golden-green buds of spring—and covered as well by hundreds upon hundreds of knotted scraps of cloth. ❋ Anna Elliott (2010)

           Alice polishes a side of the apple on her dress, feeling its solid bulk against the dress's soft cotton pressed against her ribs; she bites into the sweet golden-green fruit. ❋ Unknown (2010)

The Konor looked superficially like the Samdians, except that their skins were golden-green, their hair lavender. ❋ Unknown (2010)

He wears a pointy diagnosis of golden-green and red; of rusty-brooch and purplish snowball. ❋ Unknown (2010)

The sun was already sinking when I reached the summit of the hill, and the long slopes beneath me were all golden-green on one side and grey shadow on the other. ❋ Unknown (2010)

The view suddenly opened up: dense golden-green walnut forest covered the hills and valleys everywhere as far as the horizon, unbroken except where the spires of poplars indicated the distant groves of Arslanbob. ❋ Roger Deakin (2009)

She moved on to the guava, holding the golden-green fruit up to her nose, sniffing for the sweet pungency that meant soft and ripe, but not so ripe that grubs had made the fruit their home. ❋ AMJED QAMAR (2008)