The first day of spring brought us an inch or two of snow on the heels of yesterday’s snow and rain. Lots of wind and scant winter precipitation had made the soil’s surface a bit thirsty, so as soon as the sun came out, the moisture was absorbed into the ground. The cool-season grasses and forbs, which had begun to make an appearance, are now popping up everywhere I look as chloroplasts awaken from their long hibernation. The emerald spears and sprouts—even the tiny dandelions and mustard weeds—are a welcome sight for the color-hungry. Deciduous leaves are probably six weeks away, but our red cedars are turning greener by the day. If we look closely, we can find a few diminutive, clover-like leaves that signify that the alfalfa has begun to break dormancy.
In a month or so, green will be so prevalent that it serves as a neutral, a backdrop for the more dramatic rainbow hues of the flowers. But for now, green—the color of new, the shade of hope--has the limelight!
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.”