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There are fat green buds on the lilac bush. Each bony finger of the chestnut holds a fresh unironed lime-green handkerchief, suspended from the phalanx' tip, waiting to drop it so you can gallantly catch it before it reaches the pavement.

I saw my first bluebells this morning on the way to work, one pale bundle in the back corner of an apartment garden. And an amoebic outline of white stones with a little nest of tulip-tree petals, pink, containing a clutch of chocolate eggs in blue-violet foil. The tulip tree itself alongside, shaking out into blowsy bloom.

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