I was thinking about the Greek myth of Persephone, who, abducted by Hades, was released once a year from the Underworld and thus brought about spring.
We have relinquished explanatory power over the changing seasons to our weather forecasters. Of course, in Vermont we may spend weeks wondering why spring hasn't come, already — but the sublime season does, eventually, arrive. And it's an artistic miracle every time.
That's why I just have to share some of the returning, all-too-brief beauties in my backyard, because it doesn't get much better than this.
I take it back: It does get even better from here. Thank you, Persephone.