There is a disturbingly pleasant song called Mountain Greenery, composed by Richard Rogers with lyrics by Lorenz Hart.Don’t ask me why I find it disquieting, but perhaps it’s just that it is spring time, and the spring is a time of agitation.
The buds push out of the earth, and where it was bleakly grey, things begin to bloom. First as green–leaves, and stems– then as a riot of color. Rain brings us the tulips and the daffodils, lofty and lowly though they may be.
And green on every tree. Is it easy being green?