It’s getting green out there.

It’s getting green.  Spring speaks of rebirth a renewal of things after the long dark sleep of winter:

The small determined shoots of grass spring from brown lawns. 

The small lace of green leaves grace once barren boughs.

The azaleas bloom gloriously at the top of my stairs. 

Camus can have his invincible summer; give me spring. 


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