Springtime. Crocus, the first flowers to appear each year, poking their faces above a crinkling spiderweb of frost. Daffodils, the next to arrive, tulips, blossoming trees. The sunny bursts of yellow dandelions. The sweet taste of crushed purple clover. Spring and summer showers; the first light, clear rains of the season. Photography, preserving flowers forever in their fancy summer gowns. Fairies, insects, butterflies, dancing along the dreamy currents of balmy garden air. Blue skies, scudding clouds, and bare feet on grass. Whistling birdsong darting from the trees. The smell of fresh cut flowers. Tickling powdery pollen clinging airily to the delicate feet of dizzily spiraling honey bees.
Composed: At my desk.
Written: With pen in a notebook.
Soundtrack: Drizzling rain.
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