I’ve learned to notice that leaves change color as much in spring as fall. For a few short weeks in May, I walk under sky fields of fresh, lime-green leaves that will continue to darken and thicken into summer. Right now they’re babies, really, with tender tight-balled fists that unclench a little more each day. Each year I try to spot the instant when they open fully in the nurturing sunlight. It’s a fool’s game really, impossible to win. But I think if you or I can see it, we will forever hold the moment rich.