There is another sort of day that needs celebrating in song — the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind, no chill finds the bone. It is a day that can come only in a northern climate, where there had been a long background of frigidity, a long deficiency of sun. We've just been through this magical moment — which was more than a moment and was a whole morning...
from One Man's Meat
Stellar photos they are not, but perhaps they'll provide enough memory to carry us into summer's blooms.
Happy memories to you!