I love April. The serviceberry tree just outside my living room window is about to burst; thanks to my ex-wife for putting it there. The box elders in the empty lot next door are already showing their willingness to break free from winter's grip; they are the first to bud in the spring, and the first to go in the fall.
Now I have to go and tend to the juniper, which fell over in the ice of January....
The tree sprites are working overtime. I think they sit just underground and prime the pumps at a fever-pace this time of year. The buds are showing, but there's still the chill of winter. A man is blowing in the clouds with the smirk of mischief on his face.
We're the ones who'll be laughing soon.
Trees: The ultimate inspiration. A source of beauty, a source of strength; energy.