Friday, March 23, 2012
The bold strokes of their branches already applied, trees welcome the pointillist's dappling, for now but a thin veil of vibrant color.
This barely-unfurling, still-becoming green is tender, innocent, as yet unspoiled by the unseemly dust and grime of urban summer.
And oh, for just this moment, how it glows against still-gray bark and branch of other, envious trees!
(This revisits a reflection I first posted last year—on May 20! While I work very hard to make sure each of my posts is fresh and unique, this one just cried out for a second look, since the very same trees have donned the very same garb this year, but two months earlier.)