All winter long the beech hedges hold on to their dead leaves, refusing to relinquish them through gales and snow. In the spring, when everything else is greening up, they’re still attired in their autumn colours. And then, seemingly from one moment to the next, and in sections, the dead leaves have disappeared and green leaves cover the hedge:
I know this doesn’t actually happen in the blink of an eye, but near enough. For many years I’ve tried to catch them at it, but this year I have succeeded:
Every year at this time I feel like, on a deep level, I’ve missed spring happening. This spring I’m trying hard to experience the transformation. I hope spring is bringing you many happy, and indeed pleasantly mysterious, moments!