My heart leaps up at the greening and blooming of Nature

Ah, Spring! I'd long thought that Autumn was my favorite season, but this year Spring is affecting me fondly. My wife and I drove to the Mebane Public Library yesterday. The early evening sun lit the front yards along Fifth Street, their stunning display of dozens and dozens of fully blooming Dogwoods and Red Buds. (The two photos aren't mine, but they were identified on the web as having been taken in in North Carolina.)
    My heart this year gladdens at the barest hint of green returning to our wintering Bermuda grass:

    And the blooms, the blooms!

    (That's Siegfried in the distance.)

Tulips morning, noon, and night

April 4 morning

Late afternoon

Night by yard light

Glorious Sunday

My body and spirit were still tingling with delight from watching Julie & Julia (the first entire movie I've watched on my computer—downloaded from Netflix) as I unloaded and selected the four photographs below from this morning.
    Uncharacteristically, I'd gotten up a little later than my wife, and when I arrived in the kitchen to put some water on for our coffee, she called in from the porch that mist was rising from the field out back. After a quick look, I rushed to get my camera.

The trees are Eastern Redbuds (Cercis canadensis), and they're blooming all over this part of North Carolina these days.

After breakfast I remembered that I wanted to photograph some of my wife's tulips from the ground up, and realized I hadn't made any photos of the ones in the front yard. Literally from the ground up proved impossible, for I wasn't willing to lie in the dew to look through the view finder.

Tulips

Who plants a bulb
beneath the sod?

Answer: my wife. The question is a paraphrase of her needlepoint:

Who plants a seed
Beneath the sod
And waits to see
Believes in DNA