I am enchanted by early spring. While I long for the painfully brief perfection of temperate April, I love the wet dark branches of March against their pale green buds. The thought of stepping barefoot through dew-chilled grass sends shivers up my spine. Nature's palette is all lush greens, cold blues, and pale purple-pinks.
There's also an ethereal quality to the season. I almost expect a fairy ring to spring up on my lawn overnight!
Images are linked to where I found them.