There is nothing unique, or even particularly exciting about pointing out spring colors, about relishing in the hues of this most lovely season. Since poets and artists and storytellers began their craft at the dawn of humanity, we have remarked on the blossoms and bird songs, the renewed buzz of life, the epiphany of emergence. And yet our redundancy returns every year.

But how could it not? The earth never seizes to amaze, beauty abounds.