Snow melted on Thursday.
The Maple sprouted on Friday.
The grass turned green on Saturday.
I marvel at nature's clockwork.
There is a flurry of activities.
Neighbours greeting each other.
Patios and yards are being spruced up.
Nurseries are the hot spots.
Bikers galore.
Painted toes and flip-flops.
Evening chai on our patio table.
Making the most of this delightful season.
7.pm sunlight....
Ash glaze on a fish platter...
The Maple sprouted on Friday.
The grass turned green on Saturday.
I marvel at nature's clockwork.
There is a flurry of activities.
Neighbours greeting each other.
Patios and yards are being spruced up.
Nurseries are the hot spots.
Bikers galore.
Painted toes and flip-flops.
Evening chai on our patio table.
Making the most of this delightful season.
Lake Harriet...
Someone had written beautiful messages on the path...
Evening shadows...
Remnants of a season gone by...
Succulents and leaves...
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want —oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
~Mark Twain
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