Walking around the yard I saw...
I bought pansies.
The little window box on the chicken coop got stuffed full of pansies, too. The hens stared up as I worked. I tossed them a few spent blossoms, and they gobbled them down.
I want to gobble down the colors and scents of spring, too. I settled for dirt under my nails and buckets full of promise on my stairs.