A morning walk at this time of year is a feast.
Such beauty everywhere. Like nature is calling out from every corner of the park like a happy child, "And I have this one, and this one, and THIS one!" Variety both large and small. Colors unimaginable and unable to be duplicated by human art, though we try so hard to preserve days like this in poetry and painting.
Spring is like a happy and fleeting foretaste of the Everlasting Spring that is coming.
It whets our appetite for the glory that will never end. Blessed spring! Praise Him!