The dark drab dabs on palette dry,
The artist sets the old aside,
‘Tis Spring, now vivid, vibrant colors glow
From God’s own hand the pigments flow.
(R Weisser 2012)
Perhaps the drabness of Winter is such a stark contrast that our perception is skewed.
Perhaps we are so anxious to withdraw from the dark, dreary days that our observations are colored with too much enthusiasm.
Or is it just possible that in any context, the beauty of Spring is unsurpassed by any other season of the year?
As the blooms struggle to complete their life cycle before the leaf canopy obscures the sun, the resulting resplendence is a glorious spectacle to behold.
And it is fleeting. So enjoy it while you can!