This may be both the most colorful and the greenest week of the season. Even the moss on the mulberry tree's trunk is still green, though not as lush as it was during the rainy time. It will soon be turning dull and dry, about the time the dogwood blossoms fall. The oak leaves will darken, too, and the slow shift toward summer will begin. The air will smell a bit dryer each day, and in the sultry afternoons the sound of lawn sprinklers will be heard, and the buzzing of bees. Even now, though the night arrives with a chill, I can sense spring preparing to turn aside to make way for summer. It is a slight scent of drying soil on the night air. Spring is too brief.
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Peak Spring
This may be both the most colorful and the greenest week of the season. Even the moss on the mulberry tree's trunk is still green, though not as lush as it was during the rainy time. It will soon be turning dull and dry, about the time the dogwood blossoms fall. The oak leaves will darken, too, and the slow shift toward summer will begin. The air will smell a bit dryer each day, and in the sultry afternoons the sound of lawn sprinklers will be heard, and the buzzing of bees. Even now, though the night arrives with a chill, I can sense spring preparing to turn aside to make way for summer. It is a slight scent of drying soil on the night air. Spring is too brief.
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