Spring is Sprung, the Grass is Riz...

There is a glory of what I believe to be apple blossoms just above our front steps...

There are little jonquils here and there in the garden beds, and grape hyacinths too. The stone-fruit trees have flowered and shed their fragile confetti petals across the mossy slopes of our backyard. Wherever you go there are wattle blossoms in every shade of yellow, and every scent of hayfever. The wisteria is the most enormous constellation of buds of promise, with one bract racing to beat all the others...