When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. ~Reginald Heber
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12
The first flowers to bloom on our property this year. Well, at least in the ground.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
- William Wordsworth
