Spring up here in the north part of the country is a gradual unfolding. Each day, a little more--but not all at once the way I always felt it was in Connecticut. Maybe I was too busy to notice before? The lilac blooms before they've burst. The way the grass is suddenly lush. The outlines of branches no longer stark, but soft and blurred with buds and blooms.
In the backyard at the house, a riot of forsythia. Birds everywhere making nests. And the sheetrock is finally up!