I can’t help it. Spring has gotten to me. Click on pictures to enlarge.
Spring is horses shedding winter coats, in grazing muzzles to restrain their greed for sugar-packed new grass.
Spring is sugar snap pea seedlings pushing up through compost, courtesy of Saga and Fru Hest.
Spring is annual forget-me-nots, weeds really, spreading everywhere. But who can resist that blue?
Spring is flame azaleas getting ready to ignite.
Spring is floating clouds of apple blossoms – landing pads for bees.
Mostly, spring is ferns unwinding from winter, straightening their spines, pulled from curled hibernation by the sun, just as I am.
What is spring to you?