Because it’s imaginary in Chicago right now:
Love those pretty poppies on a grey day like today.
Can only hope lily of the valley will come out to play longer then she did last year:
The lily of the vale, of flowers the queen,
Puts on the robe she neither sew’d nor spun;
The birds on ground, or on the branches green,
Hop to and fro, and glitter in the sun.
From Michael Bruce’s Elegy—Written in Spring