Before the hedge can grow the bud must disappear, must burst open and give up its life for the leaf. But before that happens there is a moment of equilibrium, just a few days in the spring when the pink of the bud and the green of the leaf are in perfect balance. At that moment, the hedge doesn't look at all as it will this summer, dark green and shaggy. It is, instead, the frosting on a birthday cake or a young girl's party dress. That is the moment I was trying to capture in this picture. It's not quite there. It lacks the delicacy of the plant in person, the slight chill in the air, the sound of the birds fluttering about it.
If it turns cold, this equipoise may last till next week. But I’m not counting on it. Like so much beauty, it’s momentary. If you don’t look closely, you’ll miss it entirely.