Today is a day for play with temperatures in the 60s, blue skies and blossoms.

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of Spring’s unclouded weather,

In this sequester’d nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat,
And flowers and birds once more to greet,
My last year’s friends together.

– William Wordsworth, from “The Green Linnett”