SPOUT
It seems like just yesterday the fields were barely blushing, flushed with the beginnings of green. Suddenly, today, after a week of rain and drizzle, it’s so LUSH. Our lawn is full of clover and the grass is a cushiony carpet. All the greens of spring are unfolding faster than thought. You look away and suddenly the chestnut leaves are little dancing skirts. You look back and the forsythia is on fire. Bird cherries are already white clouds floating among the greenery. Every year, it’s the same, and yet every year it’s all so NEW. *** What is sacred? How...