Spring green, Shamrock green, Paris green and Chartreuse – all tightly woven around knobby buds on sleeping trees. As the days get warmer and the sun shines brighter – these shades of green will soon brighten the sky and bring life back to a grey world.
Legend has it that Chief Woksis sent a tomahawk whirling through the air – only to hit the trunk of a large Maple tree. The sweet water poured out and filled his birch vessel. The sugar birds (crows), returning from the south, summoned the warm days and cool nights thus inviting the sugar water to flow and sweeten the dark days away.
“With so many trees in the city,you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season of your life.You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold,wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring,as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring,it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
In those days,though,the spring always came finally; but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”