"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
A maple grove ablaze in the nearby park. Furry, red blossoms in strings and clusters. The bride-like adorned tree. The never-ending treasure of daylight. Blue skies with whimsical, cottony clouds. The unmistakable spring in my steps. The unstoppable song in my heart. Dots of colour here, there and everywhere. Spring has sprung, at last.
Here's to new beginnings then. Happy spring to one and all.
