This time of year always reminds me of Robert Frost's poem:
"Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour ...."
The woods are full of dogwoods in bloom.
The dawn redwood is leafing out. I need to find a special place to plant this little tree this spring.
Spring is such a hopeful time of the year. I'm hoping the environment can survive the next four years of people in power who care more for money than the earth.
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