Ah, Spring... how do I love thee? You have a bittersweet relationship with me:
Oh how I love your fragrant, delicate blossoms that burst their way fourth out of Winter,
yet ohhh, how your shocking explosion of yellow life-powder coats the world surrounding us, irritating us so.
And then the April showers make yellow rivers through our driveways, parking lots, and roads,
clearing the way for the next round of wondrous beauty to bloom fourth.
It is a brutally beautiful cycle, oh Spring, that we have with ye;
but I do love it, though I'm glad you come but once a year.