A neighbourhood cherry tree in full bloom in Tsawwassen, walks on Deas Island in Ladner and birds chirping their hellos everywhere you go. What you can't hear, but should try to imagine, is the sound of hundreds of bees working their way through the blossoms. Everywhere we look it’s a pretty picture and it’s hard not to snap a photo to hold onto the moment a bit longer and put a smile on our faces. It’s spring!
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure…
- William Wordsworth, Lines Written in Early Spring