budding twigs spread out their fan

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
- from Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51001/lines-written-in-early-spring

[Helen Jane]

Very apt.

[John Durham]

Wordds to match the picture - very well done.

[katy]

A pretty subject makes this a great story.