The gorgeous white wisteria has burst into tender blooms, their tendrils dancing in the wind. I love how the buds are slightly pinkish in color, yet when fully opened they are white as snow. Winter-white blooms wave in the breeze, dropping gently and covering barren ground with almost-crystalline beauty.
Though the blooms are spent now, new, young leaves grow in their stead, giving life and beauty to their wooded surroundings before blooms once again sweep through their masses of green.
There is no death here, only change for the better. E. P. RoeAnd my most favorite delight of spring is the ability to plant tiny seeds and watch them grow, uninhibited by winter frosts. Going into the ground very soon are pole and bush beans... mmm!