The lush greenery of summer is soft, rounded; the bright flowers' blooms zinging with life. In spring, I admire the spare geometric lines of the bare tree branches against blue sky. In spring, wildflowers poke their heads up tentatively through the leafy mulch; is it time yet? Is it okay to come out? I admire their delicacy....and their resilience! They shrug off a light dusting of snow or a little freezing weather. The first leaf buds on the trees, the first bunny sighting, the first butterfly of spring...I think I love them more than a hundred perfect summer blooms.