Not a lake or tree in sight and definitely not fluttering. (Where did Wordsworth get that line from? Swaying - maybe. Dancing - fair enough. Fluttering - never). Nonetheless they're one of the joys of Spring - even if it is two days off.
From my garden:
And, just to be fair, one of the last of the winter flowers - a potted camellia that stands outside my back door.
And, best of all, it's been raining.