Each spring brings its usual blossoms; each year, filled with firsts.
First bee fly.
First Spring Beauty.
First Spring Beauty.
First bluebells.
First anemone.
First Dutchman's Breeches.
First trillium.
First trout lily.
First Celdandine Poppy.
First descent into Shakerag.
Till the last, I shall not tire of firsts.
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