What do you wait for? That single sign that makes spring real for you. For Dallas Lore Sharp, it's the shadbush - that unassuming tree whose white blossoms signal the season's true arrival when nothing else will quite do. Written in the early twentieth century, this quiet meditation weaves Sharp's patient observations of wildlife and flora with a deeply personal question: what does spring mean to you, and have you been paying attention? The prose moves through the landscape like a thoughtful walk, pausing at birdsong and budding trees, at the croak of frogs and the first warm wind. But beneath the gentle cataloging lies something more urgent - a meditation on presence, on how easily we miss the very renewal we crave. This is nature writing for anyone who has ever stood still long enough to watch the world come back to life, and wondered why nobody else seems to notice.
