The birch outside our kitchen window is shining like a bride of spring in green, laced, veil. Our lilacs are still hiding their true colors, like young, modest brides maids. The daffodils are shining like yellow mother suns all over the garden, and to day the red cardinal, the rhododendron has unfolded his robe. Blackbirds and red robins have already tuned into the prelude. We are waiting for the groom, the somewhat reluctant huge cherry tree, to arrive, and we are the guests of honor!