To Be Amongst the Greening

And un-hoped-for joy.

Two years ago, I talked of the mountain greening, how the line of trees bursting into leaf climbs up and up, with outliers, different sharp shades of acid yellow-green, or trees covered in white flowers.

At that time, I was observing this from down in a wide valley, looking out at the Vercors Massif rising sheer and swift to the west. Now, I am embedded within the forest itself, the woods all about this bowl reverberating with the busyness of spring.