Through Quarantine and the slow re-opening, Earth has stayed on her steady path, her annual offerings generous, in spite of us humans.
March gave a general and gentle re-greening after months of snow and ice. April, damp and delicate, nourished seeds as daffodils and tulips brightened the greyness of the days.
May burst forth with lilacs, white, lavender, and multi-hued, filling our scared lungs with hopeful fragrance. June settled in, heat and color. Some flowers fading while rhododendrons burst out, vibrant next to dogwoods full and creamy like the very best French vanilla ice cream. With time their edges browning gently, and as a matter of fact, giving way to the tart lushness of Lindens, as green and unserious as a seventeen-year old in love.
August lined even the ugliest highway with wildflowers: purple thistles, white-domed Queen Anne’s Lace, goldenrod, and tiny fuchsia flowers. September and the trees lose their shine, leaves changing from the Sprite can green to lemon yellow, next to scarlet, gold, and orange.
Beauty all around us to behold, if we only stop and look.
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