In between sneezes, gazing from a sudafed haze, the jewels of springtime blossom. The green buds are open and life begins anew. In this town, tulips seem to be the flower of choice. So let it be tulips of spring.
There is much work to do. The winter slumber is over. Rise up, awaken, and begin.
Make haste, for time is short. In five months it will be over and time for the harvest. No time to dwell on that.
Everything is opening. Do you feel alive?