Green tunnels are forming everywhere down the streets where I travel.
The spring growth is exuberant
and the trees seem to be reaching up to the sky.
Cascades of daisies tumble along the footpaths.
Spring knows no bounds.
Wistaria falls in creamy cascades,
exuding sweet fragrance,
and despite a persistent wind, the sun is shining. More warmth creeps into every day. Ah, fickle spring, are you really here to stay?