I was walking Le Barn grounds yesterday. One can hear that winter is over, birds returning. The trees reach out their buds, crocuses are coming out from dorm, and nothing but William Shakespeare comes into mind:
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree.