Though the human world is falling apart around us, spring just gets better each year, until we put an end to that, too.  This is my season, and I’m soaking up every new detail as it unfolds.  It reassures me [garden metaphor alert] that the more winter looks like death and doom, the more life defies it and fights back to become even stronger and more resistant.  [end of metaphor alert]

I mean, look at these Va bluebell ephemerals busting out everywhere and taking over, soon to become a mass of pink/purple/blue.  Even the lifeless rain runoff canal looks picturesque.  I heard some tree frogs the other day.  I live for this stuff.