Remember your first glimpse of spring that announced "Yes, here I am, can't miss me." So it was, entering Central Park after a rainy week and a nasty cold that had kept me indoors. Sun was shining, air was still crisp, no wind to speak of, and then a full burst of yellow forsythia blooms stood trumpeting the heady arrival of spring. Around were dry leaves and bare branches, making all the more prominent that yellow. I hiked to one of my favorite spots, Shakespeare's Garden where small plaques feature plants mentioned in the works of Shakespeare. Here too spring was announcing with a touch of purple and white... a bed of new crocuses.