After months of chill weather, hiding in warm enclosures and loaded with layers of protective warm garments, a little pleasant sweet charming spring starts to bloom. "A poet can not but be gay in such a jocund company. (--William Wordsworth in The Daffodils)"
Here is a quick little snap of a tiny tree smiling slowly with tender leaves.
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