chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Monday, March 31, 2008
Danny's maple, in my front window, is leafing out as I sit here on this rainy Monday writing on the computer. It was bare Friday - had two or three green leaflets near top and many bursting red leaf buds if you looked closely Saturday morning, and now, every hour, more visible starts of leaves - clearly evident now, without walking up close and looking for them. Danny's tree is always the last in our yard to feel spring, and the last to shed color in fall. Spring is officially present in my life today.