The trees are full now as April slides into May. You cannot find a bare branch. Green cheerfully flutters everywhere. The wind rustles the leaves and makes them shimmer in the sunlight.
I like to hike along the river in the winter and burn in my mind the way the stark, spindly branches line the water. Then, I like to catch this place in early spring, when the leaves are bright and new and soft and extravagant.
When we’ve lived the bare days, we know to appreciate the beauty when it comes.
How about you? Are you seeing the green of spring yet where you live?