Springing

Came the Spring with all its splendor

All its birds and all its blossoms,
All its flowers and leaves and grasses.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spring blossoms are making me happy.  That's all.

The grass is slowly getting green and the white blossoms are slowly converting to bright leaves.  The tree in the front yard is just showing off.

This is the view down the street behind us.  Layers and layers of blooms.

I bought a new geranium friend for the front porch and a hanging basket too.  (I hope the deer won't climb the front steps and eat my flowers.)

We have one solitary daffodil left, but the hydrangea bushes are promising great things.

and I spy with my little eye a dandelion in that pot....

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Anne Bradstreet