The green fuse that Dylan Thomas wrote about in “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower” is what drove my walk on Easter morning through the green wonderland behind our home.

All the rain we’ve been having here in California after the long drought has stirred those life forces, painted the oak trees with mosses, covered them with the rich pollen-full blossoms, created rivers of tall grasses to wade through, stirred wild flowers into riotous bloom, created soft green beds for deer to dream in. Lush landscapes for my eye and feet to roam and know how blessed I am.