After Winter's whites and cool blue shades, counterpointed by vivid sunsets, Spring arrives in a burst of colour that takes away the breath.
One day, the trees are gray and purple, hinting at the red of buds and maple flowers. The colours are soft, muted, pastel. Flowers push up through the grass, dotting highlights of sharp colours.
The next -- and it happens that fast -- the leaves have popped, the trees blossom into soft green. The bones of the land -- the rocks and shapes that are visible throughout the winter and early spring vanish again under the rush of leaves. Spring is always in a hurry. It's been helped along by this suddenly scorchingly hot weather that predicts a hot Summer just waiting in the wings.
OK I know all about your eye now. Art also had a bubble , but he just had to lie on his side. It sounds like your problem was a little more complicated.
ReplyDeleteNancy you talk about Dave and Mike. Who is Mike?
Your blogs are amazing.
Charmian