It's been cold around here, snowing off and on... but the birds are back. And there is just the tiniest fringe of green- a few blades of grass here and there- to let us know that spring is coming. Living in Northern Nevada, your eyes get trained to the small changes. Before I moved here, if I had driven through... not sure I would have noticed the signs of spring. It's a training in subtlety.
I miss Oregon springs... there you know it's spring. Sure, it's grey and cloudy and raining most days. But you can plant seeds in the ground and see them grow into something, the trees and flowers bloom and the rain is a bit heavier and perhaps warmer, sprinkled rarely with hail. The fluorescent grey-green of the lichen fades into the background and fresh leaves pop, the bright green of youth.
No comments:
Post a Comment