This past weekend, pastels proliferated. The temperature soared to mid 70s F, and Nature saluted with pink cherry blossoms and lemony forsythias, lavender violets and purple hyacinths. Within a few hours, nascent, chartreuse leaves unfurled to greet the sun. Glorious.
I’ve always loved spring in New England, when it finally arrives. Even as temperatures stutter for a few weeks in April, sometimes into May, the longer daylight hours and luminous garden palette lift my spirits. Watching the tree canopy expand each day never ceases to fascinate. Even the yellow pollen that will soon dust car windshields is a reminder of renewal.
All the more so as we emerge from Covid, step by cautious step. With vaccinations increasing every day here in the U.S., I’m beginning to feel my optimism reviving, too.
I got a real boost last Tuesday, the day I was fully immunized, when I finally got my hair cut again after a four month hiatus waiting to be vaccinated. It had definitely gone wild. Every morning, when I looked in the mirror, I was reminded of Albert Einstein. But given that my hair was longer than it’s been in decades, I decided to ask my stylist to shape it a bit fuller this time. After all, might as well make the most of it.
She did. I was so happy when I left the salon, I felt like a new woman. That mood carried me for the rest of the week and still lingers. Carpe diem.