Each shout of colour a world of whirling life. Stalks and stamens and wheels of petals. Bees, lazy. Heavy with pollen leg warmers. Ants. Rolling caterpillars. Birds. Iridescent with greens and blues. The smell of the ocean. A carpet, a sea, a thousand prayers to the sun. An invitation to run and roll and to lick up the smell of spring. The rising joy of a childhood happiness. Laughing, snatching up the view. All senses singing. A greedy visual feast of purples, yellows, oranges. Patches of snow white and shocking fuchsia. Exhausting. Like art. Like music. How lucky I feel today, to be full of flowers.