Spring...Primavera...first truth

I would have thought the translation for Primavera (Spring in both Spanish and Italian) would be  "First Green" - all that tender new life unfurling, rising, reaching out.  But, oddly enough, it means first truth.  Oh well, I don't fully understand that, but I do know that the season wakes up my senses.  I want to touch, smell and taste everything.  Have you chewed a fresh blade of grass lately?  (we all did as kids, right?)  Anyway, it still tastes kind of ......  green! 
I just - simply - love Spring.  It makes me feel energetic, more alive and tuned in to the natural world around me.  Which is a very good thing, because at this point, I am winter weary.  (Rhymes with dreary for a reason)   Although I try, I repeatedly fail to find something to love about it.  I respect winter and all that, just can't really get into dancing up and down, singing out loud about it like I can about other seasons.  Full disclosure.  #winterhater
I walked the paths at Brookegreene Gardens yesterday.  Everything I saw and heard seemed to hold a secret meaning.  This Black Swallowtail landed just as I was framing my shot.  Did she arrive with a message for me?  Yep. But I can't share it because it's a secret.   

aaaaaaand this is the way I feel in the winter.......