Chasing Spring

This notion recurs when the ground thaws, turns to mud, and trees are hard to bring into focus for their greenish haze. Late February in North Carolina jolted it to the fore - plotting a path of constant burgeoning, a route mapped by temperature, where one remains in a steady state of budding. It might start in Alabama round Valentine’s Day, then weave northward, hovering on that sweet spot between 69 and 71.

Everywhere you look you see it, in tree shapes, exploding blossoms - an on the edge quiver. Nature’s fixation on reproduction is prevalent, and the lift is real.