As it happens, pretty darn green. Truthfully, I’m not a big fan of the color, except where nature is concerned. There are exceptions to the rule, of course, and so many hues to choose from. Emerald green? Not so much, and it sounds like a golf course or condo complex in Boca. As for the edible shades, like lime green? Nope. Same goes for seaweed, pickle and pistachio. Some colors even annoy me—chartreuse, for instance. I don’t even like saying the word. What about parakeet green, you ask? My mom’s “go-to” shade for eye shadow, long after the ’60s and much to my chagrin, so that’s a big no-no.

On the flip side, there’s forest green, hunter green, moss, pine and fern. Exception/rule. Now that spring has officially sprung, Mother Nature’s green thumb includes parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (there, I said it) and the always-constant evergreen, so I’m good with all things green at the moment.

Having seen a flyer for Nonna Hall’s “Spring Show: Female Power in Art,” I decided a drive in the country (what we simply call “going out”) was in order. So, I grabbed my camera, threw the dog in the truck (she’s fine!) and headed out to Nonna’s new gallery, Nonnetta and Friends Creative, located on Old Brook Road in Barryville, NY (www.nonnetaandfriends.com).

I even brought a gal-pal along, hoping she could help me understand “female power in art,” since I’m, you know, a guy. I hadn’t seen Nonna for ages, and her new pottery studio and gallery is (IMHO) gorgeous. “It’s not just pretty,” I said after Nonna gave us a tour. “The property is magical. And so green!”

“It is, isn’t it?” Nonna replied before showing me her work and that of the other artists: Maria Vud, Christi Johnson, Karen Flood and Katya Turner-Antipina. I’m not sure I grasped the “female power” because, you know, I’m a guy, but I found some of the pieces alluring, including Katya’s watercolors and Nonna’s elegant, deceptively simple, gleaming ceramics, many of which are various shades of green.

“I’m so drawn to this color and the cleanliness of the lines. I want to reach out and touch them,” I said, referring to Nonna’s cups, dishes, vases and jars. “Please do,” she responded. “I want people to touch my pieces. Join us on the lawn for refreshments, won’t you?”

I begged off on the reception, citing my mask phobia and dog, but assured Nonna that I would send folks her way. The exhibit runs through May, but Nonnetta and Friends Creative also offers classes, workshops, private parties and a gift shop, so I gave her my best Schwarzenegger (“I’ll be back”) and headed out. “I want to take pictures down by the Old Brook,” I said, heading out the door. “It’s so green!”

The trees and shrubs were as vibrant and lush as can be, and as I headed home with said gal-pal, we stopped a few times to snap photos and drink in the excess of chlorophyll that beckoned ‘round every curve in the road. “God bless Mother Nature,” I sang at the top of my lungs, quoting The Weather Girls and their disco hit “It’s Raining Men.”

“She’s a single woman, too,” I warbled in the general direction of my friend. “Look at the grass and trees on the side of the road,” I said with a sweeping gesture. “It’s all so darned green.”

Fun Fact: “How Green Was My Valley” is an Academy-Award-winning 1947 American drama directed by John Ford, starring Roddy McDowall, Maureen O’Hara, Donald Crisp and Walter Pidgeon, based on the 1939 novel written by Richard Llewellyn.