As evocative in black and white as they are in colour.

The Question is: What unites these words?

There's a bit of a spring drizzle outside, maybe just enough to encourage them to bloom. These words herald not just spring but early summer, they are a bouquet gathered from a human pastime whose end result is joy and beauty, not suffering and destruction.
Would that all human endeavours had as their aim something so ephemeral and sweet....