The delicate leaves fresh and green. The buds on the trees. The happy chirping of birds engaged in mating and posturing. Fragrent flower petals bursting in color. Cold crisp mornings, and the fresh smell of the anticipation of summer is in the air. Somehow after even the mildest of winters the spring leaves look a little greener, the water a little clearer. Early enclaves of green fight to regain its hold amid the sea of brown and lifelessness. Spring has sprung.