Going Brown

I've decided I'm not going green. Ever. That said, I am going brown.

Green is the color of money. Green is also the color of envy -- the Green-Eyed Monster.

Green doesn't do it for me. I like brown. Brown is the color of dirt, manure, fertilizer, explosive diarrhea, and skid marks. Poop makes good fertilizer -- and good stories

Brown is the color of honest labor and sweat. Brown is the color of hard work. Brown is the color of getting your hands dirty.

We can't have green grass, pastures, trees, plants, or even green tea without dirt.

To quote Mike Rowe of the Discovery Channel's Dirty Jobs, brown comes before green, because you can't have green without brown.

Green is the pretty part, the end result that usually looks good and smells nice. Brown is the not-so-pretty part that sometimes stinks -- and even sticks.

I respect dirt and the elbow grease required to remove it.

While I can't call myself green, I can honestly call myself brown. I do hard work. I get my hands dirty. Maybe not every day, but I get around to it.

Brown has been good to me. I have written some well-received stories about poop -- the stinky, sticky, sometimes liquid, kind of brown.

Go green if you want. I look better in brown.