It is come...
How many years have I had the same reaction? How many times has March and then April disappointed me, professed to be the coming of the warm time only to have late rain and wind and sometimes even snow descend?
Yes, it happens with some regularity. New England, yes.
Yet eventually the warmth outweighs the chill, the miraculous buds transform into common leaves, so many of them. And we settle into humdrum summer. Yet let's slow down a moment and notice the array of colors, the beginning that prefigures the colors of fall.
It's worth slowing down and noticing, humbly, how quickly something that is truly extraordinary becomes common.
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