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The tide of Spring is rising fast in the Garden, its wavelets lapping over and transforming Winter's gray-brown with riffles of color from daffodils beneath the trees, the reflected sky of Virginia Bluebells, the fleeting cherry blossoms already spangling the dark water with their petals.  And green, every shade of it, from the vivid hue of Skunk Cabbage to the impossibly delicate tint of Sugar Maple flowers.  Or overlaid with silver on the fiddleheads of Christmas Fern and the unfurling buds of an Oakleaf Hydrangea.  On a misty, overcast day all the Spring colors are at their best, their full complexity displayed in the soft light.  

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