Spring Memories

Spring is my favorite season. I love fresh green life. The renewal of the world after the dark cold winter. In fact, I enjoy watching the eruption of the buds in March on the stark tree branches.

The maple trees out front change quickly from little bumps to large odd shaped brown growths. Then as the green comes forth, it's so fresh and light. A young green.

During the heat of late June through September, the shade from those leaves buffer against the temperatures. The full blown canopies across the streets in my town add cover from the sun and from the rains.

Now we are in the season of deposing of the dead brown and yellow leaves. The neighborhood is full of the roars of leaf blowers. Some are bagging and some are piling leaves in the streets for the last community pick up which is this week.

Those fresh green leaves are all spent. Their lives fully lived and now the job of clearing yards and sidewalks of their dead bodies. Autumn is sad. A foretelling of the naked cold winter ahead.

'til later