I hadn’t realized how much I’m affected by the greening of spring until this year, when we’ve managed to get more than a third of the way through April and there are still no damn leaves on the trees. It’s kind of spooky, almost — you’re walking along in sunny 70+ degree weather, and the trees all look dead.
People keep saying “oh, but there are buds.” I. Don’t. Care. I want leaves, and green, and shade, and I want it now.
(I was going to title this post “There is trouble with the trees” but I wouldn’t want to give the impression that I go along with Rush’s Ayn Randian BS, so, nah.)