Spring! Emergent crocuses, aconite announcements all point the way to warmer days. We are thawing out! The sun warms up the car seats despite persistent snow flurries out the window, even in May. Strength bursts through a pile of rotten leaves in the form of etiolated shoots, greening-up with only a day or two of light. My father used to say, “Everything is greening-up,” as he admired the blade-by-blade shift from dead brown to summer’s rich carpet. We are submitted to the power of the seasons and despite our constant complaints, “What happened to spring? We went straight to summer,” this is the time of year we are forced to SEE. No matter how busy, how “crazy” our hectic lives, the green leaves come. Buds swell. Last fall’s stubborn hangers-on are pushed off at the tips and blown away. Stop. Feel the soft fur coat of the pussywillow or the magnolia, touch and see that once again, all things are made new.