Carpeting the ground with the richest of blue bells,
Dappling the branches with cherry-blossom pink,
Awakening the Western redbud's purple petals,
And splashing great swaths of spunky dandelion yellow
All underfoot and aglow with the brightness of spring!
If you come knocking you'll probably find me not . . .
If you simply follow the path 'round back.
You can't get lost . . .
Well maybe you can . . .
In a wonderland of Springtime sensations
In a Northern California Garden.
It's a wonderful place to lose yourself in play.
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April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.