Like Monster Fingers Dipped In Ink

As usual, we’re seeing lots of spring growth in the pine trees in our back yard.  They started as tiny sticks planted in a muddy new development, now they are fully grown and the tallest trees in our neighborhood.

Every year we see a few more feet in height, as well as the soft, neon green sprouts on the branches that always make me think of a monster’s splayed fingers, dipped in lime-colored ink.