I am finishing the last 15 pages of text from a semester in which I have already produced enough material for a decent-sized book, and my crabapple tree had the audacity to beckon to me with its fuchsia blossoms and fragrant aroma.
I think that there are more radiant colors in the spring than in any other season. Perhaps it is just the fact that we have been cooped up during the winter, but there is something visceral about the arrival of the springtime hues that is difficult to ignore.
So it was into the backyard for a few pictures and a few more minutes soaking up the rays of the sun, taking a break from my work to ponder the glory of new growth and seasonal cycles.
At least, that is my cover story...