2024丨春天的融化 - 美文与经典

Every April I am beset by the same concern— that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken, withhills, sky and forest forming a single gray meld, like the wash an artist paintson a canvas before the masterwork. My spirits ebb, as they did during an Aprilsnowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. “Just wait,” a neighborcounseled. “You’ll wake up one morning and spring will just be here.” And look, on May 3 that year I awoke to agreen so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matterof flipping a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues and green.Leaves had unfurled...