Paradox of Spring
We’re returned from less than a week away, and there has been an explosion of green!
Having just come from the vast plains of South Dakota, to be enveloped by this leafery is a little like swimming underwater after sailing the vast expanse of oceans. It takes a little time to remember the full-immersion feel of it, appreciate the flow of creeks, hear the sounds of birds in the trees so close at hand.
But it is not fully spring even yet. This morning, there is a heavy frost on the pasture, gray green in the first light. A fire perks in the wood stove with what I had thought was wood put back for October, a time when these tiny translucent leaves that hide our hillsides will fly brown and brittle in the cold winds.
Good to be home.