The snow has melted and the grass is stretching itself toward the sun. Yet the dull, cool, slightly dreary feel of pre-spring is still in the air. Stalks of brown. Clumps of brown. Patches of brown. I was heartened a bit today, though, as I walked Juliette along the sidewalks of my neighborhood, by the emerging greenery. You can see it when you look closely. Or when you pass by the yard of a dedicated gardener. And it gives me hope that I’ll very soon be seeing those deep, vivid colors among the brown.