We hope the best for April with good cause; silk blossoms have emerged on the rickety skin of crooked branches. There is suddenly soft greenery underfoot where there once was wet muck. Fat bumble bees burrow into every miniscule open mouthed flower. The world is alive with miracles. And that first green of spring, a green so green, the Cherokee gave it another name distinct from other green, is sweeping across the land like the repeated soft strokes of a crayon - faint at first, then thick and waxy, shimmering.