What a difference the spring makes!
I made it back to Valley View Glades in early April. Compared to what the Glades looked like in January, it was like visiting a completely different place. This was the first chance I had had to get out since the attending a family funeral in late March, and the green--the deep, electrically vital green of a certain summer--was, in a word, healing.
At times it was shockingly bright:
I often think and remark on how vivid mosses and lichens are in winter, when they're the only color. As if somehow the meaning of green depends on a backdrop of dull color, of life quiescent. But that didn't seem to be the case on this spring day.
We've had an odd spring, and summer is shaping up unusually too. This spring, by early April, the dogwoods were about blown:
Everything seems to be happening two or three weeks earlier. And we seem to have had an unusual number of perfectly clear days, even into June, as I write this post. I'm afraid we're going to catch a drought. I've heard that we're eight inches short of rain, which figures, given how clear these days have been. I hope it doesn't come to that.