in Just- spring

It's just absolutely spring in Santa Fe, as green as it gets in yards and driveways, and the trees leafing out so fast they are thicker in the afternoon than they were in the morning.
       The allusion in the title is e. e. cummings poem, "in Just-". Our spring is different here, it isn't mud season. It's apricots already grown to the size of fat fuzzy green cherry-pits, irises and lilacs, apple trees blooming, and green green green. University of Toronto's Representative Poetry Online has a dozen other cummings poems, and a profile. And of course we have lots of print copies of his work.
PS. Looks like a good crop of apricots on the south lawn at City Hall this year. They're safe to just pluck off the trees and eat on the spot once they're ripe, because they're never sprayed.