Tuesday, February 24, 2009
spring
Spring is slow this year. It is below freezing still at night. I have some crocus blossoms, and the rose bush is putting out tentative tiny red new growth. Daffodils are shooting up leaves and stems. It is hard to see the signs of spring when you are distracted by the breath coming out of your mouth, fogging up the air. Yet, despite the cold, spring is coming. The advance, whether noticed or ignored, is inexorable. Life comes. Plants grow. In a world filled with destruction, we have not destroyed that.
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Yesterday in the paper, someone wrote about "a courage of crocus." I think that's a good way to describe these little harbingers of spring.
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