April 23, 2006
After a few days of warm sunshine and a full day of cold rain, I pulled on my boots and tramped through the puddles in my woods to see what changes the spring-like weather had brought. A misty green has crept across the landscape – wild grasses pushing their way up through mud, tiny leaves unfolding on bushes, whole patches of mayflower leaves bright against dead brown leaves. The mosses, which soak in rain the way my teenagers soak in music, are lush and soft, brilliantly green.
Most of the trees are still bare, the lines of their branches and trunks reflecting in the dark puddles, but the woods is filled with an adolescent energy, an expectancy. I can feel the currents as I walk through puddles and climb over fallen logs. Leaves and stems are just waiting to burst open, burst forth. I love the edge of spring, that moment balanced in time just before lush foliage fills the sky.
Posted by jo(e)