The island is drab,drab,drab. The woods are a solid gray and the empty branches look like skeleton hands reaching into the sky. You can feel a change ready to come up, just below the surface, but not enough is showing yet.
    So when I drive by something colorful you can smell rubber as I stamp on my brakes to get a photograph. The island nurserys are just opening and showing off their goods. This flower display in West Tisbury was just what I needed. You need sunglasses just to look upon its bright colorful glow compared to everything else around me.