The door decoration has been changed.
My only concern is that with this riot of color so soon, the tree next door doesn't usually bloom until mid to late April, there won't be a long spring, as I know it. It will be condensed into a month. There is still time for Jack Frost to paint his magic on windows and nip these sensitive flowers. Still, as I'm looking at changing my perspective over this year, I enjoy it. The massive beauty and renewal that is spring is all around. It makes me wistful that I can't be out in the field experiencing it. That will come. That will come. It's only the end of March.
Beverage: English Breakfast tea