The trees budded out yesterday, about a day earlier than last year. I drive across the mighty Mississippi River with it’s 36,0002-mile watershed worth of water on my way to and from work every day and I always look at the river and the trees as I cross the bridge high above the water.
The tree tops of the valley are at the same level as the bridge deck and for the past week I’ve been watching them. Yesterday it was there, the day before, not. It is one of my favorite sights of the year and, in a way, I wish it could last forever, though the ephemeral nature of it is what strikes me most. It’s like the tree tops are filled with a pale green smoke.
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Bum, I love this time of year too… especially when I can see the green budding trees through the slit of my pollen-allergy swollen eyes!
We’re getting the “pale green smoke” up here now, plus the pale red smoke of maple buds. I can’t believe how fast it all happens!