One of my favorite aspects of spring is the contrast between the delicate blooms and buds of newborn flowers and plants amid the last remaining vestiges of winter. At first, spring is just a fleeting thought as the green stem of a daffodil edges through the remaining snow or wet, decaying leaves. Then, gradually, the green, yellow, red and purple take over, with buds emerging on naked trees and tulips springing forth from their beds. Finally, you walk out one day and the world is vibrant and fresh once again with a gentle southern breeze tickling the trees, and it’s hard to recall that just a few weeks ago the world was entirely black and white.
You have an artistic eye for things.