The early morning sun strikes through emerging iris blades and sets them aglow.
The Lenten roses, true to their name, are blooming again.
Larger daffodils are beginning to flower.
Pink hyacinths begin to bloom, their fragrance yet to make itself known.
The garden is coming up green.
And periwinkles carpet the woods across the way.
Even after the coldest, harshest, longest winter, spring, at last, comes again.