Every year spring is an event, a renewal which occurs over and over again. And yet, it is always so new, so fresh and unconsumed, so current, as if it had never been before. Again and again it is expected, it is acclaimed and cheered, even sung about; again and again it casts its spell over everything. It is hard to imagine that there is a person alive who does not open his heart and his senses to its invigorating effects, even if only for a few moments.
Like everything in nature, spring prepares itself long before it manifests before our eyes. Still invisible to us at first, it grows, as it were, out of winter, like land rising out of the ocean.
Winter is silence and stillness. The deciduous…
