When the Forsythia Blooms

There are times when I feel the force of spring as if it were a flame in my body, and I want to be walking among the green and growing things. It is a longing I share with my cat, who is not allowed to go outside and who leaps for the opening door at every chance. Together we watch from the windows the outbursting of leaves, the fury of blossoms--or else enjoy the sight of them growing indoors, shooting up from vases weeks before they will push their stalks up above the thawing ground outside. (Scroll to the bottom of the page to see the cat.)

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