In Michigan, and maybe especially Ann Arbor with its scores of trees, springtime is particularly vivid. Crab apple trees seem to burst into fluffy miracles overnight, competing with flowering cherries in unapologetic, aggressive pink. Meanwhile, 50 shades of green or more start a riot of their own: chartreuse, kelly, emerald, pale jade, the faintest hint of aqua. It’s heaven.
For millennia, people have marveled at the extraordinary miracle that, no matter how dark and cold and lifeless the world may seem, beauty and life will return. The quiet and sorrow of Good Friday are replaced by a morning full of promise. Life buries death.
Whatever your beliefs, have a wonderful Easter, a beautiful spring. Please try not to take this precious season for granted. Winter will return. But always, so will spring.