The Green That Paints the Air

#springwander In Dublin’s botanic heart, green is not a backdrop—it’s the first voice. Lime, jade, olive, mint—all layered like a painter’s palette in motion. Moss climbs stone like memory. Ferns spill from shadows like soft secrets. Every tree hums in its own hue. And just when your eyes adjust to the calm, a sudden tulip opens like a laugh—red, unapologetic. The garden breathes in green, and exhales joy.