24 March 2007
not quite sprung
Sometimes living in the city, it's hard to know what nature is doing beyond the concrete expanses where we pass most of our days. I was just sure that spring had sprung, and if I went to prospect park I would find ample evidence of it. You know, flowers. buds. bright green growth. As it turns out, not so much. Still brown and bare and wintry. Which has a beauty all its own, but I'm pretty much over it. When Twin and I spied the wee little honeysuckle flowers in the picture above, we stopped our walk, crowded around it, and just about gave it a standing ovation. Brave little flowers. (At least I think it's honeysuckle. Sure smelled like honeysuckle, though that is a smell I associate with a languid Virginia August, not a chilly New York March.)
People always say we wouldn't appreciate spring and summer as much if we didn't have winter to compare it to. I think that's a bunch of hooey. I think I could appreciate a perfect 80degree day every single day of the year.
Biscuits and creamed chicken should soothe my disappointment just about right, though. There's not much that biscuits and creamed chicken can't fix.
happy saturday friends.