The Norway maple rains spring-green flowers all over the yard. The rosemary bush takes them on like its own blue flowers, which have just started to open. The beech tree showers brownish cat-claw husks, bracts I guess. They are harder than the maple pods and make a tiny sound when they hit ground. The apple pours off its shocking petals and makes a bridal path of the sidewalk. The poplars start their cotton storm. Pollens trickle down incessantly, becoming visible on the surfaces of cars and lakes. And the sky, taken over by clouds, rains and rains rain.