Everything is unfurling green. New leaves, shoots, little gems, my herb pot, defying the usual and expected slug demolishing (has anyone else noticed a marked absence of these hideous creatures?)I read something, years ago,it is resurfacing, I can feel it lurking in the back of my head...
An author had beautifully summed up, pinned down in words, the sheer brilliance, the startling vibrance of fresh Spring green. I wish I would remember it and pull it up from the dark recess it is hiding in. Every day this week as I have walked along our street, I have felt it there, teasing me...
But you know, you know don't you!
It seems so very late coming this year, unfurling of buds, trees dressed once more....I am waiting, waiting for the shhhhhhshing, leaves in the breeze. That sound alone transports me to summer months, holidays, gentle days.
For three years my family lived in Norway and I remember how stunned we all were as we arrived home to a Britain, in full green. We were completely mesmerized. Its not until you have been away and had your eyes accustomed to mountains, rock, deep blue fjords that you realise how truly this is a 'green and pleasant land'.
Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.
Federico Garcia Lorca