Wyeth, real a good painter who worked mainly in monochrome hues. He may have liked T.S. Eliot's lines on this:
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

(But it's not April yet smile )