The crab apples trees are bursting with joy, their pink buds ready to display one of the most beautiful sights of springtime. All the other trees have been covered with the green haze that comes before they fully leaf out. This year, the soft green haze has lasted weeks rather than their usual pattern of busting into summer clothes in a week's time.
It is the kind of slow spring I loved when we lived in Washington DC. Something new bloomed every week from March until June. Then we moved back to the Midwest, where the joke is that spring lasts one day as winter shifts into summer.
The garden clean-up is complete and all kinds of precious plants are pushing their way up into the sunshine. Yesterday, we planted cool-weather vegetables and a whole bed of onion sets. In a month, we will be eating like royalty!
If someone were to ask me what is my favorite season, my answer would depend entirely on what current month it is. Winter does get a bit long, but otherwise I love them all - even winter. After this many years, this cycle of seasons is embedded in my bones.
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