Green Magic

Small child in tight braids under sticker-emblazoned helmet, hands holding on to pink scooter handles, stands at park’s entry: “Mommy, see the trees!”

Mom (typing one-handed on smartphone while pushing the child’s scooter with the other): “Yes, honey, very nice.”

“MOMMY!” 

Mom, still on automatic: “Don’t yell, sweetie. I’m right here.”

The kid glances upwards, stamps: “No you’re not.”

Slightly startled, Mom looks up. Frowns, puzzled.

“You in the phone!”

Quick blush. “Sorry hon. I had to return that email real fast.”

“But you missing the best part! Look at the trees, Mommy! They didn’t have leaves and now they have green magic all over! The green magic won!”

 

Take a look outside!

Take a walk. Find a bench. Breathe in spring.

And you’ll see … just how right:

The green magic made a most magnificent entry.

Luxuriously verdant

It utterly, certainly, brilliantly won!

green magic