There is nothing like the vibrantly alive, energizing, electric green of new, spring leaves. Sam seems particularly enamored with them, asking me to pick him up so he can examine the new buds and unfurling leaves on our baby fruit trees more closely. I wonder if he doesn't really remember green leaves from last season (being only a few months old) and thus, the formerly naked and barren limbs arrayed in their spring finest is quite the surprise for him.
When I was a kid I could tell you when the very first pussy willows emerged in the ravine behind the house and point to exactly where the first crab apple blossom opened. Now, it seems the entire tree is in bloom before I even have a chance to take it in. I'm looking forward to Sam sharing his unique perspective and helping me to slow down and notice things again.



















