Okay, it doesn’t hurt that we’re having an early spring. On top of that many of the houses in my neighborhood have recently concluded absolutely breathtaking renovations that must have set the owners back a prince’s ransom. In spite of, or perhaps because of, those two things I feel the need to shout out loud at the top of my lungs this facile comment: Oh my GOD! Capitol Hill is GORGEOUS!
The flowering plums and cherry trees are bursting with blossoms – it looks like someone has gone around glueing popcorn to all the branches. There are daffodils and crocuses and tulips and whaddaya call those other bulbs just springing out of the ground. The lawns – which are soon to be devastated due to our upcoming drought – are bright green. The scotch broom, scourge to hay fever sufferers everywhere, is so bright with flowers that it looks like it might just glow in the dark. The scent of lilacs is on the breeze. It looks like a freakin’ Easter basket out there! I can not get over it. I would not be suprised one bit if I saw a fluffy white bunnies frolicking on the parking strip outside my house or fuzzy ducklings crossing the alley in a neat little row.
Okay, okay, I’m coming from the land of the limited palette. After all, Austria in the middle of the snowglobe winter is three colors, blue and white and brown. But right now, my eyeballs feel exhausted from the sheer variety of color out there. It’s amazing. Go on, get outside and look at it. You won’t believe it. I feel like that scene where Dorothy gets out of the house and – poof! magic! – all of a sudden, it’s Technicolor!