Green is rising like hope from the greys and browns of last year's dead growth. The trees are cloaked in a haze of pale green, seedlings pushing from the soil toward the light. The world is green; a thousand different shades of the same color. This change, familiar and yet completely fresh. It is as if our minds are also rising, reaching toward the light with all those things that grow.
It's all beginning again.
Just outside the door in the earth of the garden, plants are poking up. Chipmunks dash through them scurrying for the forest, where the deer have vanished.
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