Green grow the rushes, o.

[norda]

It's a very verdant day outside amidst the grey chill. Almost everything that *has* leaves has leafed out fully.

Our pear tree has flowered, and it makes the strangest green silhouettes against the windowshade. The mountain ash has been in full flower for a week, and the forsythia has been rampant for about three weeks.

Despite all this greenness, it really feels like a "Haunted Summer" kind of day. The fog makes all the trees look like green torches, and the house and what I can see from its windows feels like the only place that exists in the entire world.

The spell will be broken when we get into the car to do our mundane errands, alas. But for now the world has a muffled and almost magic feel.