Sights of Spring

The leaves are green, the flowers are in bloom, the rains are soft and plentiful, and the air is full of diesel fumes as the mountain is moved aside to allow for a modern highway.
I sat in line for half an hour while these two back-hoes worked in a steady shower. They stopped long enough to let the traffic creep by and then they were right back on it. The only thing that stopped them was darkness.