No overall mist of greening leaves, but the occasional fantastical bud, sticky-tight, or half-open, or frothing out its small leaves in unrecognizable shapes. I can just imagine it! i can just hear the woodpeckers.
--This is just about the season (slightly later) when The Dubious Hills begin. I don't think I said, but one thing that was really special about reading the book when I did was that it was happening at the same time of year! Like reading The Dark Is Rising at Christmastime.
The snow trillium was still blooming ferociously,
--All hail the ferocious flowers.
I love that you're naming them. There's such a magic in their names; it helps you be friends with them. (I love Jony's knowledge, needless to say.)
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Date: 2016-04-21 09:53 pm (UTC)--This is just about the season (slightly later) when The Dubious Hills begin. I don't think I said, but one thing that was really special about reading the book when I did was that it was happening at the same time of year! Like reading The Dark Is Rising at Christmastime.
The snow trillium was still blooming ferociously,
--All hail the ferocious flowers.
I love that you're naming them. There's such a magic in their names; it helps you be friends with them. (I love Jony's knowledge, needless to say.)
now lined with robins about twenty feet apart
--A robin color guard; not bad!