"Spring is in the air, every sight and every sound"

It's the week before Easter, and spring is popping up everywhere. I am compelled to show what is around every corner. I apologize in advance. I am a sucker for this sort of stuff.

The path through the woods crowded with purple vinca.

Up close and personal.

Exuberant on the hillside.

Planted in my garden, it promptly dies. "No perfect borders for me," it cries. "Give me freedom, or give me death."

Hmmm, seems like I've heard that somewhere before.