The star magnolia, forsythia, and flowering quince know it.
The tender green of the weeping willow flutters in the breeze.
The weeping cherry is awash in palest pink.
And in their rocky nook, the hellebores reach for the sun.
And all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all shall be exceeding well. Julian of Norwich.
Of course, it could still come a freeze--but nothing can take the beauty of this day from me.
