Spring Is Springing

I walk about the neighborhood and can't help but wonder at the work of the trees. All winter, gathering their resources, anticipating spring and summer and autumn and the work ahead of them. I imagine it must be very difficult to strive ever upward, the diligence it must take to push out those first few tender green buds from their bony, wooden fingers...Along the Williamette River, a garland of pink and white blossoms twinkle mid-day. Oh, yes, my friends, Spring Is Springing!