The trees are in that stage of leaf-bud that usually lasts only a day or two, when the trees seem to be blooming with small, soft flowers in so pale a green you’d swear it was gold.

Most years, you see this one day, and by the next day it’s gone, replaced with the sharp spring green of unfolding leaves. But this year, that delicate early stage has lasted for what seems like weeks. It’s as if everything is out to prove Robert Frost wrong:

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Random enough for ya? Sorry, can’t comment on the poetry. Science major, computer geek here. Only poets I know of are Colridge, Rilke, and the Brazilian down the hall back in college who got all the ladies.

Boy, was I ever stupid! (Hmm, another example of a “changed mind”? Seems so.)

I love that you quote poetry here. I miss forsythia, but here in the SW we have trees in bloom that are evocative of them. The sweet acacia have the additional benefit of smelling like the Necco Factory. What a trip!