Every April I am beset¹（困扰） by the same concern-that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken²（孤独凄凉的）, with hills, sky and forest forming a single graymeld, like the wash an artist paints on a canvas before the masterwork. My spirits ebb³, as they did during an April snowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. "Just wait," a neithbor counseled. "You'll wake up one morning and spring will just be here."

 

Andlo, on May 3 that year I awoke to a green so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matter of flipping⁴ a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues⁵ and green. Leaves had unfurled, goldfinches had arrived at the feeder and daffodils（水仙花） were fighting their way heavenward.

 

Then there was the old apple tree. It sits on an undeveloped lot in my neighborhood. It belongs to no one and therefore to everyone. The tree's dark twisted branches sprawl⁶ in unpruned abandon. Each spring it blossoms so profusely⁸ that the air becomes saturated⁹ with the aroma¹⁰ of apple. When I drive by with my windows rolled down, it gives me the feeling of moving in another element, like a kid on a water slide.

 

Until last year, I thought I was the only one aware of this tree. And then one day, in a fit of spring madness, I set out with pruner¹¹ and lopper to remove a few errant（不定的） branches. No sooner had I arrived under its boughs¹² than neighbors opened their windows and stepped onto their porches. These were people I barely knew and seldom spoke¹³ to, but it was as if I had come unbidden into their personal gardens.

 

My mobile-home neighbor was the first to speak."You're not cutting it down, are you?" Another neighbor winced¹⁴ as I lopped off a branch. "Don't kill it, now," he cautioned. Soon half the neighborhood had joined me under the apple arbor¹⁵. It struck me that I had lived there for five years and only now was learning these people's names, what they did for a living and how they passed the winter. It was as if the old apple tree gathering¹⁶ us under its boughs for the dual¹⁷ purpose of acquaintanceship and shared wonder. I couldn't help recalling Robert Frost's* words:

 

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds

 

To darken nature and be summer woods

 

One thaw¹⁸ led to another. Just the other day I saw one of my neighbors at the local store. He remarked how this recent winter had been especially long and lamented¹⁹ not having seen or spoken at length to anyone in our neighborhood. And then, recouping his thoughts, he looked at me and said, "We need to prune⁷（修剪） that apple treeagain."

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