An Early Call to Action

After a winter of deep freezes the wilds of Oregon are bashful. The oaks in particular, seem wary of continued cold, refusing to show even the early signs of leafing out. I, in my eagerness, have already thrown open windows, scrubbed floors, knocked down cobwebs, trimmed brush, and cleared beds. But still it rains and the air clings to its chill. Only the rare brave azalea or rhododendron seem with me, cutting bright swaths of color across my neighbor’s yards.
“Come!” We call. “The time for action is now. Why would you ever want to wait?”