We are in the Greening

Every year, spring creeps to Michigan.  I watch the trees, waiting for the buds to swell. And then suddenly - all at once it seems - it's there. The green.  The tiny leaves coming forth from the trees, the maples blooming, the crabapples sending out fat buds. It's a cacophony of color up there, but so few notice.  Our eyes are hold low to the ground, feasting on crocus, and squill, watching the daffs rise up. 

My neighbor's house, and the trees.  Look at all the colors there!  The dark spires of the evergreens, the acid yellow of the willow, the orange maple blooms lit incandescent by proximity.  And in front, the burgundy of new leaves on the crabapple, pink buds sparkling. 

It's amazing. 

Redbud leaves (Cercis canadensis)

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

(Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost)

Comments

[Trixie]

I can see why you will miss it ! But try to stay positive.

[djinn]

Hey Trixie, have you got a web page?
I feel like I should know you, but I'm drawing a blank. It's frustrating.

[djinn]

Er, nevermind. Found you on my referrer's list.

Cool.