One of the things I love about spring is the hope of more to come. The apple blossoms mean there will be fruit. And apple crisps and pies. Maybe more apple rose tarts!
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23 ESV