Man oh man, green is such a beautiful color.
May is like a baptism of beauty. The natural world is exuberant, the very air scented, flowers coming into bloom and then fading too quickly. I get attached to a particular stand of tulips or jonquils or cluster of cherry blossoms and then they are gone, as suddenly as they appeared, like those poetic passages in the Old Testament, the existentialist ones. But everything is happening too fast, here in mid-May, unlike early Spring, so slow and hesitant. And it seems unfair, after the long unchanging winter, tedious and cold, for spring to rush by. While I am exulted by May’s bright life and color, I realized this year that my very favorite time is very early spring, in April, just as winter fades. It is the moment before anything at all begins dying, before the blossoms start falling, before the dandelions have scattered their seed and stand like goofy-looking sentinals, before anything fades into brown and rot. That first sight of new shoots poking up, rising with the green awakening, of young leaves on the trees, translucent and tender but tougher than death, when Life is surging up from the dark, when winter meets its defeat, that moment when greenness finally triumphs.
Painting by Heidi Mallot