The thundering of hooves is heard coming down the lane. As you turn your head, a chestnut mare gallops by, adorn in a costume of spring blossoms. In her path, flowers bloom from the ground in colors o' plenty. You stare in awe, amazed. Who might this horse be? Where did it come from? Who does it belong to? Why is it here?
With a shrug, you continue on with your day. But little be known, this so-called "mare" was the great Bringer of Spring.