Through every window, a watercolor scene of trees and grass. Dogwood, redbud, prairie crabapple trees in full bloom. What a joy!
Rains and cool weather have made for a spectacular midwestern spring.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower, but only for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
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