Spruce tea? Indeed! There’s something thrilling about the idea of going for a stroll, gathering some leaves, and bringing them back for tea. I’ve heard it said that writers are blessed because they get to live twice.
As New England emerges from the icy clutches of Winter, I can’t even begin to explain the joy that comes with seeing the green of new grass. Perhaps I’ll try. Seeing the emerging green of Spring is akin to the smiling trembles of a lazy kiss. It’s lovely and needed and memorable.