The light in spring isn’t like any other time of year; maybe it’s just our winter-starved eyes all atingle, or maybe it’s the crowding flowers tossing the new sun around in a positive-feedback loop.
The violet above is a freshly-opened tulip, Lauren put in a few dozen of these a couple of years ago and I whined then about them being sombre, but maybe I was wrong. Below, the pearblossoms of the title.
