When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring…

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… I could never be lonely on the river. With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you know there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.

A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway

Anyway, that’s what I thought of when I saw this severed branch, covered with doomed blossoms, on the sidewalk along Lady Street in the Vista this morning…

2 thoughts on “When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring…

  1. Kathryn Fenner

    beautiful…

    but is that a Bradford Pear branch? cheap, flashy temporary trees….so pretty and yet so brittle…

    I noticed cherry blossoms on Blossom Street trees across from the new Honors dorms…

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