Not a week ago the deciduous reaches of the neighborhood were barren and leafless. A few degrees rise in farenheit and suddenly, as though a switch were thrown by an unseen hand, nubby ends crack open to blossom forth from the scrag. How observant I am to notice this. I tell myself. All that passeth the Valley before me, shall be duly blogged. And so I turned the corner and -BAM!-
I had not been paying attention nearly enough at all.