Time for White!

When I was little, my mother (and all the women I knew) said we had to wait for spring to wear white. 

That was a long time ago.

Our last spring seems just as distant, but today a new one arrived on the calendar and in the weather. 

Finally, sun and blue sky.

And my favorite whites burst forth: the weeds lining the canal by the Lake Cheston bridge, tiny little star bursts on bare thin branches, and the tall Star Magnolia shrub (though this one is more like a tree) at the Georgia Avenue corner of the College Library.

I opened my car door and smelled the blossoms from across the street. Now that is the scent of spring!

White

Yesterday, I had to select my "favorite color" to sign on to a computer. Trouble was, I didn't have one.

But tonight, I do: white.

I woke to a field of white, and I have thought of white all day long.

White flowers.

White animals.

White clothing.


White paper.

White sand and water and sun and moon.

All white. All day long.