And . . . It's . . . About . . . Time!!!
Vernal equinox . . . 1:32 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time.
And as the sun was slipping across the celestial equator from south to north, I was slipping through a warm and sunny Brooklyn marveling at the soft curtain of green that is beginning to appear on the tree branches, the spring bulbs that had managed to shove their way up through the soul, and the flowering trees and bushes that had suddenly burst forth. YES!
Just some random shots from a walk to the library through Bed-Stuy, Fort Greene and Prospect Heights . . .
The tips of the branches just starting to bud . . .
I love watching day to day as the soft spring blur on the trees transforms itself into the green barrier of summer . . .
Because there are so many things the trees of summer are good at hiding . . .
Each year when I see the forsythia I take a deep breath because I know we've made it through once again . . .
Shorts and tees out of the closet . . .
But we all know there is only one absolutely and positively reliable signal of the coming of spring . . .
