It's hard not to feel like a kid diagnosed with ADHD right about now. I can hardly take a step outside without catching the sight of something fantastic and fleeting. There are fat buds up above on many trees, blooms below, and even now with everything just beginning, still the sight of things fading slowly from both this season and ones past. It's hard to know which way to look. Here: just two blinks of the eye on a walk this week through Brooklyn Botanic.