The moment before all the flowers. When the grass begins to re-grow. When new life explodes. A piece then in praise of green.
Of course, I love the giant cherry tree by the bus stop. I obsess over the buds as they unfurl. I wait impatiently for delicate clouds of whites and creams and pinks. Like Japanese sakura. I yearn for apple and pear blossom and – my favourite – quince. But the moment before everything springs is also dear to me.
