sprung

Finalamente! Spring has sprung me from the jail which was the inside of my home for too many bitter cold and snowy months. Green is the new white. A sponge of tender blades and moss has replaced the brittle ice under foot. Now, we can romp outside where the sweetness of May swirls around us from clouds of magnolia and witch hazel, our faces very slightly tawny as we lift them, with much gratitude, to a warm Maine sun.