Category: To the Editor, I wonder if other readers have noticed that the colors of spring appear more vivid than ever. The random explosions of forsythia more yellow than yellow; the “hosts of golden daffodils” putting Wordsworth’s verse to shame; the magnolia by my barn an impossible cloud of blossoms; while down by the pond across Old Mill Road there stands a maple tree that I’d never before given special notice to, crowned this year by a veil of tiny red flowers. It’s not the first time – and God willing, it will not be the last – that mother nature has made me laugh out loud, flipping humanity the bird, as it were, while we, God’s chosen, must continue to spook around with masks over our many