I used to wonder why so many old standards have lyrics waxing bittersweet about spring. I don't wonder anymore. Spring is beautiful, and almost always welcome, but it has a way of making one aware of what's been lost.
However, today I took my camera out in search of what I could find. My best find was a gathering of little plum trees that have sprung up in back of the two big ones. They were all in bloom together.
My worst find was the dreaded tent caterpillar. I don't think I've ever seen so many tents. They're all small because the season has just begun. The caterpillars are only about a quarter-inch long. But I'm sure they grow quickly! I took down as many as I could reach with a very long stick. It was frustrating to have to pass up so many up high. I'm usually very much against using chemicals, but in this case I wished I had a can of bug spray with a 20-foot reach.
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Whether being reminded of what's lost means environmentally - remembrance of springs past, so to speak - or the reminder spring somehow brings as you get older that you only get to see so many springs, I know what you mean.
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