Spring has exploded all over central NJ like a pent-up orgasm, fertilizing the local landscape and creating new life everywhere you look. Last week’s barren tree branches are now laden with soft, heavy blooms in shades of pink and white. My darling forsythia has overtaken the I-295 corridor, and daffodils echo the bright yellow color along the ground in clumps.
That which appears dead is capable of resplendent reincarnation.
Bring it on.