I could go out and point the camera at the fresh snow falling right now, but that would be altogether too discouraging. Spring has just sprung, at least by the calendar, and by golly! if the snow hasn’t caught up with the news, too bad for it.
To portray the freshness that is associated with Spring, I’ll turn instead to the annual bulb show at Mount Holyoke College, which we visited last weekend. There were many beautiful flowering bulbs in the tulip, daffodil, freesia, and narcissus families, and I was thrilled to document them. But when I looked again at my haul of photos, the one that stood out in my mind as the real harbinger of Spring was this one:
See the fresh hint of green in those fuzzy catkins. The pussy willow (genus Salix) with its many male catkins that appear long before its leaves, is one of the earliest signs of spring here in New England. After the drastic winter we’ve endured, all white and black, but mostly white, the subtle grayish green of the new catkins seems more appropriate than the gaudy colors of the flowering bulbs, lovely though those are.
To the modest self-effacing freshness of the pussy willows, then — a hearty welcome! Gray has never looked so good —-