While out for a morning walk with Ella, under a very grey sky, I spotted a little white under a tree in front of a nearby church. And then I FREAKED.
Spring! Spring is coming! There are new tulip and daffodil shoots in my garden. There are new leaves on my angel trumpet plant, which has been sleeping down the basement over the winter. My Bougainvillea has been blooming beside the window!
It's coming, and nothing can stop it now!
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley