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Image 1 of / 14 Caption Close Image 2 of 14 Spring, she be tenacious Spring, she be tenacious Image 3 of 14 The boys of springtime. You know, in hell. The boys of springtime. You know, in hell. Image 4 of 14 Happy fragrant upbeat flowery green buds of spring! Also, impeach the Orange Goblin, James. Do it now. Happy fragrant upbeat flowery green buds of spring! Also, impeach the Orange Goblin, James. Do it now. Image 5 of 14 Image 6 of 14 Spring, she be tenacious Spring, she be tenacious Image 7 of 14 Bees are all, OK fine, we'll try this again, but there aren't many of us left so take it easy, OK? Bees are all, OK fine, we'll try this again, but there aren't many of us left so take it easy, OK? Image 8 of 14 Pretty things abound. Tell the FBI Pretty things abound. Tell the FBI Image 9 of 14 Reading "Guide to the Resistance" amidst nature's support Reading "Guide to the Resistance" amidst nature's support Image 10 of 14 Image 11 of 14 Spring, she be tenacious Spring, she be tenacious Image 12 of 14 Spring, she be tenacious Spring, she be tenacious Image 13 of 14 Cherry blossoms defy the apocalypse, again Cherry blossoms defy the apocalypse, again Image 14 of 14 Springtime! And the scent of the FBI is in the air 1 / 14 Back to Gallery

Springtime! Wildflowers, birdsong, bees doing their thing, bright new growth, more daylight and more sunshine and the expectant tremble of fresh possibilities in the world, all mingling, twirling, swirling with the intoxicating scent of sober FBI investigations into the world’s most horrible, corrupt president and all to warm your heart, put a bounce in your step and a hint of hope in your heart. Springtime!

The vernal equinox! It’s that fecund time in which day almost equals night, when the soul’s attention shifts from internal to external, from winter’s cozy home/hearth to nature’s boundless fertility, when the tides tremble and the moon winks and dogs get that look in their eye and James Comey almost does, too.

A time in which, in the poetic words of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, “Atmospheric refraction hastens sunrise & delays sunset, adding to daylight.” So you know it must be good.

Happy March equinox, when day almost equals night. Atmospheric refraction hastens sunrise & delays sunset, adding to daylight — Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson) March 20, 2017

Can you resist? You cannot resist. Spring is irrepressible, unstoppable, astonishing in her tenacity. Mother Nature, am I right? Despite all our attempts to poison and derail her, nevertheless, she persists.

Not only that, she insists. She says, “Sure, be as dour and fatalistic as you want (and with damn good reason), but hey, check out these cherry blossoms, what? The groggy bears coming out of hibernation, these frogs going nuts in ponds, these moose dropping their antlers, the testes of Siberian hamsters growing to 17 times their normal size, these falcons building nests in the ground. I mean, come on.

“Look at this fresh, green bud of possibility that the Orange Goblin might not be long for this presidency after all, and the world’s intel agencies will soon reveal the true scale of greatest scam ever perpetrated on the American people!” Nature bats last, but the FBI better not f–king bunt. Springtime!

Today is the Vernal Equinox if you believe in scientists and their so-called seasons. — pourmecoffee (@pourmecoffee) March 20, 2017

Sunshine! Joy! Resistance! A time when the entire world prays that the great seed of hope we all sowed back in November will flower forth, and we will all soon be dancing around the bright, resplendent image of Trump and Bannon being yanked away in handcuffs from the West Wing, as Pence, Ryan and McConnell resign in shame and the GOP convulses into noxious ash.

Fantasy? Delusion? Not at all. Springtime!

Is this the last one? Will she ever come again? Sure. Maybe. Hard to say. Carpe diem, caveat emptor and best celebrate this one with all your might. Just, you know, in case.

After all, the nonstop orgy of new life bouncing and bounding forth all over the relentlessly upbeat, life-at-all-costs planet right now might or might not be enough to make your forget that we probably just passed the threshold for CO2 emissions in the atmosphere, AKA scientists’ terrifying “point of no return” for permanent, irreversible atmospheric devastation, perfectly timed to coincide with the deregulation of oil industry, the gutting of your health care, the elimination of arts funding, the decimation of the Paris Climate agreement and the head of the EPA, Scott “to hell with breathable air” Pruitt, openly rejecting the idea that humans have anything to do with nature’s demise. Meanwhile, the Great Barrier Reef turns white, the oceans flip more acidic and extreme weather ravages the world. Shhh.

Springtime! Reject fatalism. Deny the apocalypse. Down with zippers. Arrest the Orange Monster. Mimosas all around.