Nothing says Spring to me more than blossoming trees. Living in the Pacific Northwest, the grey skies can get mighty glum after a few months (or, as in my case, a few minutes). So when the trees begin to bathe the air with their soft scent and dappled pink light flickers overhead it's like a rebirth from the inside out. And a gorgeous reminder that, no matter how grey things may get, Spring will always have its day.
— Bradford of The Bedlam of Beefy
(photograph by Bradford)