Not to fool you, but that's the end of March, with Maple flowers fading, and not much green so far. There are even a few flakes of snow in the air today, but that's just part of the joke (we hope). I don't seem to be able to muster much humor of my own, and I haven't even seen April in the Park yet, but war not withstanding, by the end of the month this scene will be transformed with foliage and flowers and birds and bugs, and all the things that mark the season of rebirth.
When weighty matters distract attention from the Spring, I'm happy to be a Fool.