This will be a painting soon. Right now it's sketched and waiting for me on my kitchen table. The trees are half-awake with these little green fists of buds. Spring is miraculous: the first rain that smells like warm pavement, those startlingly yellow forsythia bushes, sleeping with the windows open. My mom is coming to visit on Thursday! Everything is waking up, even in Maine.
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