Primavera!

This April, I took a walk along the Aqueduct Trail near my home.  I was taken by the first light green leaves that arched over the path.

Every time I see the light green leaves at the beginning of spring, I am filled with a sense of home.  The godawful chill and razor sharp winds of the winter are replaced with a balmy calmness.  I no longer feel the need to shield myself from the elements with layers of clothing and I can amble along the streets and trails with just the necessary amount of clothing - the closest I can go au naturale.

Here then are some photos of the virgin green and the pink blossoms I encountered on a sunny 78⁰ day in early April.











- JJB

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  1. AnonymousApril 24, 2023 at 12:30 PM

    Where is that cave on the Aqueduct Trail? I don’t remember seeing that!

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    1. John Joyce BakerApril 24, 2023 at 12:33 PM

      They recently cleared some brush and built a small path so you can get a better look at the cave. I don't know if the path has officially been opened yet, given the slow shuffle of bureaucracy, but it's someplace I'd like to check out soon.

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    2. AnonymousApril 24, 2023 at 12:36 PM

      We can walk there this weekend.

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