April’s Masterpiece

#springwander No painting could match what April 3rd delivers. Pansies the color of ink, tulips rising like torches, vines trailing from high stone walls. Florists sculpt their entries like poets shaping verse. There is pride in every stem, silence in every petal. The Alcázar holds it all in golden stillness. This is not just a contest. It’s a bloom born of love. And by dusk, the garden feels like a finished poem. One written with soil and sunlight.