April Fool

Just so many jokes and puns can be made this day. I’ll let the opportunity die quietly…….


April. A new month. Rabbit! Rabbit!


Hope this first full month of spring is pleasant. Warming. Sunny. Greening, too. Unfolding drama of Mother Nature is always fascinating to watch. Already at the tail end of March trees are budding and leaf bursts are near. Very faint hints of green buds line many tall trees. The reddish bud coverings are more easily seen this time of year. But all naked branches are thickening and preparing. For the day. Leaves will pop.


Peeping plants are already in view in gardens. Poking above the surface, they promise full leaves followed by flower buds, then full, opening flowers. Then aromas. Entrancing aromas and visions of beauty. A great time of year. The mud recedes. The green lawns stir back to life. The snow has melted. Frozen soil will soon thaw and the hungry earth will open to breathe and drink in fresh spring rains.


Life will happen. Sprout. Push up for sunshine. Plants will mature and leaf out, even bloom some of them. The trees will boisterously puff themselves up. And stretch their limbs to the sky. To capture more of the sun’s rays. And whisper the possible shade of hot days to come.


It is the lawn that attracts my attention. Mealy, broken, patchy now. Mud showing. Scraggly plants of poor lineage still dot the landscape – we call them weeds. And sickly pale green, only a faint hue of what they once were but will yet be again. Spring will bring new growth. Warmer temps and rain will build the green to a crescendo of lush. Yes, the lawn will reappear from winter’s cruelty. The dog will appreciate it in her own way, but for me, the green will restore my sense of peace.


Spring is here. Or soon will be.


Aaahhhhh!


April 1, 2019