Color Comes To Town

I know Spring is on its way when the Redbud trees start giving out beautiful pink buds.
It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.

But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwoodand cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon