A poetical post

If you are looking for hard core information and facts about the life and times of the Konings family in Timaru, please come back next week. Today, I want to wax lyrical about some small but significant sights. The weeping cherry tree outside our lounge window is breaking into pink blossom,hour by hour increasing in size and vividness. A white magnolia down our drive is smothered in blossoms. There are daffodils everywhere and I am keeping a watching brief on the tulips under the cherry tree, also about to burst into bloom.
The plum trees all over Timaru are also covered in blossom; the old timers say it is the heaviest they have seen for years! The first blush of crocuses have disappeared, but the violets sparkle from their green bed, little explosions of colour in the dappled shade. The camellia outside our dining room window is a rich and glorious pink.
There are still trees that are stark and bare, corners of the garden that are drab and spare. I know there will be more cold weather to come, maybe even more frosts. But today is warm, filled with the hope and promise of spring. It is good to be alive.