The streets smell of temple bells, cherry blossoms, and Hyacinthe's. We have perfect aromatic walks under newly blossomed trees and alongside of daffodils, crocuses, and hyacinths saying, "thank you, thank you," as our senses indulge in the complete luxury of spring. I love how God goes all out grand for spring. Nothing about spring is cheap, small, bland, or just okay. Winter grasses melt away to bring forth the fabulous 1,000 count bed of lush green grass. Soft, juicy, and totally irresistible. Kapasquatting is a must. Life is provoking, startling, bright, intoxicating, delicate, even if it lasts for only a day. I get excited to go outside. It's a flower party. You never know who will be popping up next! Most of all, its the sheer bliss of feeling that rapturous, incandescent love from which all else dwells. And nothing, nothing could be more breathtaking, pure, hopeful, decadent, creative, and powerful than love and the life she seeds.
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Ooohhh, I am so insanely jealous of your spring! The sap is dripping but no flowers bursting out yet, and the grass is still covered in that nasty salt and sand. But it will come, thanks for the awesome and hopeful pics!
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