Whether WonderThe weather again? Yes. But the weather has been interesting.
Last week, we were coddled in a string of bright, shimmery summery days. Blue skies and clouds, with the sun pouring in. Birds returned. The local campus lawn became an explosion of bodies, each in their own little world of urban privacy. One could tell it was for real, this time, because the trees believed - they blew up with green, all in a day.
Then came the reminder that it was April, after all: the clouds came back, and the mercury dropped, and freeze warnings were issued. Snow was in the forcast. As the light failed in the twilight under a mottled slate sky and a knife wind came in over the houses into the back patch, I was given a taste of an obscene autumn, where everything had a sense of dimming harvest except the damn trees, all still valiant, struggling green.
Some of the leaves on the ivy on the fence actually turned. Red leaves in spring, pigments crawling out from under the corpses of the chlorophyll.
Now it has all spun again: the sky is clear eye blue, moted with bits of cotton, and the sun again pumps warmth into anything it touches. The air is moderate. The red leaves on the ivy yet remain, but the detail is lost in the power of spring; the trees believe again.
And they really mean it this time, because every last damn one of them is trying to make sweet, slow love to my nose.
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