Unlike in moister parts of the world, here in Albuquerque spring sneaks in on small temperature changes and bursts of prematurely dusty wind. It’s chilly with bare branches one day, the next (it seems) it’s hot and greenish. Up north the ice and snow start melting down and you can hear the rivulets and trickles and would-be streams of water like spring music. And the old brown grass has to let the new green grass through as it demands its own space in the sun.
Not that I don’t love Albuquerque springs as well…it’s just that they are VERY subtle. Without smells or sound. Maybe I should call our version the somewhat sense-less spring. Still, I am happy when that quick leap is made from winter to summer.
Doesn’t feel quite fair of me to complain considering the severity of the northern winter this year. But the grass is always greener, the snow is always whiter, the freezing cold always more refreshing on the other side of the fence isn’t it?
Spring today then. Still some bare branches. Next tree over the new blossoms.
Posted on March 7, 2014, in Living LIFE and tagged Albuquerque, Spring. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Thanks for the Spring message, gives me hope. A gray and windy and damp…damn the damp day here in the First State. But, you give me hope. I really enjoyed your description of the seasons, especially the last sentence where you describe the new grass pushing through and demanding its own space. I like that description very very much, thanks Marjorie.