shell-green

Updated: June 17, 2025

Again each is but an ear-pendant, beaten of thin gold hanging beneath the shell-green ear of the dryad. All these are early morning fancies, born, I dare say, of the fine flavor of the place, drunk in dew. At noon, when the sun shines direct into the marshy glade, the dryads have gone back into their trees for a noonday nap and the jewel-weeds are but weeds after all, though beautiful ones.

Winthrop Packard - Old Plymouth Trails