Spring changes everything—again. Even the most familiar of landscapes suddenly looks different and new. Today I am struck by the textures and patterns of the forest. Moss and lichens are suddenly multi-colored. Even rocks that have the same makeup each have their own, slightly different shade. The bark of each different tree has its own feel. Each brown leaf is a different shape.
The differences are all in the nuances. It is into this currently nuanced landscape that spring suddenly appears with its riot of change. Soon greens will dominate and even overtake the browns, and every other color, from red to white to blue will also make a mark. It is a wondrous thing to watch happen, this miracle of spring.
Sometimes, in my excitement to see new migrants or the first forest babies, I ignore the changes to the forest itself. Sometimes, I pay more attention to forest residents than to the forest that is our home. Today, this spring, I’m trying to change that habit. I want to see the forest--and the trees.