The snow has gone.
There are snowdrop tips showing in my garden.
The forsythia is full of buds.
At half past five it was still just a little bit light outside.
There is a beautiful thin moon rising.
The great tits have been singing their spring song.
In my book of poems by Finnish poet Lauri Viita there is a poem that uses the letter K repeatedly: its first stanza is
Kaki kukkoja kukutti
Kukin kukkea kupunen
kukoi kuin kyky kekotti.
Imagine trying to do that in English!