The small purple and pink flowers have emerged in what passes for our front garden, long green blades unfolding from their center like the top of a pineapple and brilliant yellow-lined leaves bustling and swaying and catching the sun in a nearly-blinding display; everywhere everything is green with only a handful of lazy trees and free-spirited shrubs holding back their spring colors. A week later, after the fact, I realized that all this excited me so much that I failed to record a second sentence explaining what I was doing.