Slowly, Spring is coming. We, like everyone else in the Northeast, have been teased in Boston. A bright day offers hope but is then followed by many grey days. As I write this, the promise is that the next few days will embrace Spring fully. Despite the occasional wind, we are really starting to feel the warmth. The first flowers are splashing colour onto the urban landscape. Garlic leaves are shooting up, extending themselves in our garden. Asparagus stems are bursting through the earth. Our apricot tree has just bloomed; the petals have already fallen and its flowers are beginning the transformation into fruit.
Some weeks ago, in the darker days, I decided to go for a long walk, despite cool temperatures, grey skies and wind. My hands were in fingerless gloves so that I could easily hold onto my camera and access it.
The photos from that walk could easily have been taken last week (but not quite… the snow is gone, for starters, and Spring is truly starting to arrive). That day the wind blew and blew. The air was crisp. Boston was grey.