Brown is a color one can truly taste.
Chocolate, one of my favorite things, tastes of many shades.
The darker brown the chocolate, the darker and richer the taste.
“It’s a delicious shade of brown!” Grandma would say,
on one of those rainy days perfect for baking cookies or brownies.
I always knew that brown meant ready to come out of the oven.
Nothing beats the mouth-watering aroma of chocolate chip cookies in the oven,
or onions browning on a stove.
Those delicious, brown smells will warm any house.
Brown is nature’s signature color.
So many of Mother Earth’s gifts in their rawest forms are brown,
like rocks washed up on the shore such as the ones I used to collect as a child,
the fragrant bark of a tree, animals and insects I have touched,
and the moist and rich soil I have dug with my hands, planting flowers.
On my twenty-first birthday, a close friend who understood my love of nature
gave me a necklace of buckeyes she had strung herself.
It had all the elements I loved about the color brown:
it was a product of autumn,
and it was something I could wear to match my chestnut brown hair.