As I drove across Connecticut yesterday, the leaves west of Hartford had all just come out, making pale yellow, lacy crowns on the treetops. For mile after mile, they graced the side of the road, bright and bridal. Further east, as the road climbed, the season retreated again to bare branches, as if spring had clutched back its favors. But not for long. If you watch carefully here, you can observe a maple going green in a single day, and it spreads in wild contagion as the neighboring species catch up. I love this time of year.
I reached another milestone last week when I finished the latest draft of my new novel. At this point, I’ve taken it as far as I can, so I’ve sent it off to my agent for feedback. In the meantime, I’m noodling around with other book ideas and reading. It looks like this afternoon it will be good to take my brainstorming out for a walk in the woods.