I have Spring Fever. I am obsessively seeking out specs of color in leaf piles and on tree limbs. The waking of outdoor plant life is abrupt. It is seems to be coming earlier than usual. A cold snap will halt the emerging colors. In the meantime, bees are here searching for pollen from within small little flowers adorning blossoming trees and shrubs. Down the street from my house, a neighbor has an unpruned flowering quince bush. The shape of the bush is a mess. Up close, it is enchanting.