Spring Buds

A tree may be lovelier than a poem, but it is nothing without its spring buds. The buds that bring life to the earth after a long winter. The buds that shout, “Hello! It’s time!” Time for beguiling beauty. Time for the richness of color. Time for Mother Earth to bless us with renewal. This past week, as I spent time walking on two different trails, I took note of the buds. Buds on the trees, buds on the bushes, budsRead more

April’s Buds & Brown Bits

Two weeks past, I went for a walk amidst the brown of early April. Grass seized the only color, peeking its newborn green out of a former blanket the color of straw. Trees held the first offering of spring buds, waiting to burst into naïve, pale leaves. The creek crept contentedly past a thicket of brown bits along its bank, and under the speeding wheels of a four-lane highway. Destination unknown. The path of April’s newness begins with shades ofRead more