So, forth issew'd the Seasons of the yeare;
First, lusty Spring, all dight in leaues of flowres
That freshly budded and new bloosmes did beare...
Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queen
This morning I had the time, inclination and glorious sun to head out of doors with a camera and catch some pictures to match words.
O come verily Spring
And let the day begin to sing,
Mend all the discombobulation
Of chill Winter.