On Monday, the keeper went walking through the neighborhood and just savored and smelled the incredible spring. She was intoxicated with the daphne and the sweet fragrances wafting from yards, so much in bloom. She said if she was an animal she would want to roll in it over and over. In particular, the willows' profusion of delicate spring green shoots is heart stoppingly awesome, and she said she just wanted to wrap herself in it and dance. The cherry trees are still producing pink petals that are covering the street and are filling the air--pink blizzards. Such sweetness. 
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