"Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing." - Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows, Ch.1
Oh, the serendipitous joys found on a blustery day's walk!
I don't think I would have appreciated the brightness of these green leaf buds quite as much if the day were warm and sunny (as expected); but their vibrant defiance of the swirling, pushy wind stirred me to pause and make my own stand - at least for a few shivering minutes - to snap their graceful colour and forms in contrast against the solid block wall.
Finding small joys in small beauties makes for plentiful opportunities to give thanks - in our own small ways, of course!