All the gardens and parks are filled with colour and scent.
From:
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
by Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed,
And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,
I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.