Early signs of spring shimmer like a jewelry box just opened after a long winter. Frost gives way to dew that clings to petals like scattered diamonds, and slender green shoots rise from the soil like delicate emerald pins fastened to the earth. Sunlight spills across the morning in liquid gold, catching on budding branches as if they were filigree bracelets being carefully polished. Crocuses push through the thaw wearing amethyst and sapphire hues, small but radiant against the muted ground. Even the breeze feels adorned, carrying the bright, silver chime of returning birdsong—nature dressing itself once more in its finest, most luminous treasures.