Saturday, May 9, 2009
Spring's been coming for a long time but this past week's trial of wind and rain and 45 degrees on the coast did tend to set spirits back a bit. Until yesterday. I don't want to jinx anything, but it really was a perfect day.
Our favorite walk through Rockport includes a road through the golf course. Say what you will (and I do) about the frivolous use of land, but the beauty of open, grassy meadows contrasted with sky and water and trees is not really a natural occurrence. This particular treat for the eyes needs fairways, or cows in meadows (which Rockport also has).
One of my favorite things about spring is the color of the new leaves - that pale yellowish-green that looks so hellish on bad art and golfers' pants and so heavenly on trees. It's such a tender and vulnerable color that pollen is not the only thing makes me tear up in spring.
Just to be cruel, or realistic, six months ago the golf course looked quite different.