Once again my bubbie and I stood at our door and observed the springtime palette of trees surrounding us. Dark green. Forest green. Spring green. New growth. Old growth. Deciduous green. Evergreen. Moss. Spring annuals at their feet. Green pinecones at their branch tips.
A million shades of green absorb the sunshine that trees drink into their cells and convert into life sustaining energy.
And we miss the quiet beauty of whispering leaves and the violin vibes that whistle through the limbs and lift birds to the thermals that thrill their hearts with wonder and job.