Everything that grows is now sporting at least a fringe of color – green, white, pink, fuscia. Forsythia is turning green. The magnolia, cherry and apple blossoms are out in force. Some of the trees have actual leaves out, going from fringe to canopy. Tulip buds are visible, colors bleeding through the buds in anticipation. The earth is alive. Yet I feel like death warmed over. I am still comatose after the trip. I’m unbelievably tired, yawning all the time. My back is on the verge of giving out, but since it hasn’t yet, perhaps I can manage to save it.