PRIME GREEN: Spring in Flatbush

Oh, yeah. It is here. The blossoms have fallen away, like ochre on a stone. The buds which had turned to blossoms are nearly withered away, replaced by the fresh, vibrant prime green that comes with the beginning of spring. Not the calendar beginning, but the beginning when the hundreds and hundreds of tulips lovingly planted by neighbors are in a joyful array, and when the roses are beginning to stir, the first flowers are well established. Spring in Brooklyn, a feeling of lightness and buoyancy that mirrors the glorious first coming of a brighter sky, not icy and remote like winter, and not punishing and martial, like deep summer. But a gentle sun in a gentle sky, full of promise.