Winter kept us inside, especially me. Combined with cold allergies, my persistent cough prevented me from taking even short walks. Today, after supper, I pulled up enough courage to take the first walk in a long time. It was not especially warm, but 42° F was better than zero or even below zero we have been experiencing this winter.
In another week or two, trees will look the best for me with almost perceptible green halos around all the branches. I like that especially after a rainfall which makes the branches wet and dark showcasing the almost open greenish buds. I looked for that in the trees today, not yet but they were still interesting against the blue-gray sky. The branches from one tree often try to reach and touch another one across the street and sometimes even succeed! And, then there are the trees trimmed to make safe passage for the wires, looking as if throwing their arms up in frustration.
My little, tiny, short walk also coincides with major local, national, and international walks, March For Our Lives, organized by the high school students to protest the gun violence. The budding of the trees fit the budding of the next generation, articulate, compassionate, informed, determined! Their dedication to their cause encourages me, their ability to express themselves, the articulate language they use, and the ideas they push forward. They will become the trees of tomorrow! Go youth!
I wanted to show the budding trees. Sometimes you need to look up!