One says "step". In the springofwillow, givingpeople a sense of vitality. The ancients "brokenorange" imply "on parting in life with confidence, put down roots" wishes.
Sipping lemon-ginger tea on the cushions of our house's rooftop pavilion, I watch the first light spangle the leaves of the poplars along the village's irrigation stream, see lambs herded into a small willow-walled corral, a woman in a black robe and orange head scarf testing her lower back after filling her buckets.