A flock of singing red-winged blackbirds kept me company yesterday on my short walk from the village along the frozen lake. Summers, sprawling houses fill with people from other places, more urban areas, but in this nether zone of late winter/early spring — the mud realm — it’s just me and the rain and the birds.
Of all the seasons in Vermont, this odd one seems the most miraculous to me. Out of dull brown, last year’s frost-killed season, tiny nubs of green appear. So much promise. Every year, this surprises me.
4 thoughts on “Green and Brown.”
My favorite time of year, mud aside!
Glad to hear that. I’m a pretty big summer fan myself….
Nice. As much a meditation on ourselves as our world.