
Gardeners were giddy over the coming of spring.
Photos of bright daffodils, luscious violas, and feisty little crocus greeted me wherever I went.

The horses are shedding their thick, winter coats. They kicked up their heels and raced the length of the corral, when I arrived. That's their way of saying: Me! Pick me! For the first spring ride.

Megan (right) is a sucker for crisp, crunchy carrots.
Smokey Bear (left) would stand on his head if you offered up a Fig Newton.
The cactus pictured below sits squarely on a furnace vent to encourage these bright blossoms.
My bug-eyed alien is laden with blooms:


And, Heirloom Hyacinths have a sweet perfume.
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