Thursday, May 1, 2008
A couple of months ago the view from my kitchen window was this.
Today the view is this. That very same tree that was shrouded in ice is now covered with blossoms and newly unfurled leaves.
Every year around this time I am utterly amazed at the transformation of our world from Winter to Spring. In early March, when I am growing tired of the monochromatic greyish landscape, I briefly feel a twinge of fear that perhaps this will be the year that Spring never comes. This may seem like an unimaginable circumstance, but Jack and I have discussed writing a book about just that subject....a scientific mystery/thriller based on the idea that for some reason, one year, Spring just does not arrive. The world stays brown and grey...no new life emerges. Scarey stuff, isn't it?