I'll let you think that there's some obsession at work with whether or not the locust trees are going to come out into respectable leaf or not. I promise you that even on a grey, blustery day, one can see a green haze against the sky. But I'll have to wait - how long before I'm back here? - six and a half weeks or so before I know. In the meanwhile, it's been a day of different sorts of chores - spring cleaning, so that it's a pleasure to return (it gets so dusty here - the winds, the endless winds these days) and graduate admin, dissertation reading, teaching reading ... (two and a half more full weeks of that). All this explains, I'm sure, why I'm gazing with longing at the hope symbolized, albeir rather tentatively, by green leaves.
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