The snows have melted back into the trees surrounding this mountain meadow. Several springs, newly filled with melted ice, join here to re-create the brook that flows down the flank of the mountain. Alpine flowers are peeking from the greening grass, and the trees are filling with the shoots of leaves. The world is being born again in this meadow, as it is everywhere across the land. And so begins the Rites of Spring. Hi, I'm Bacchus. I'll be your host.

I see that the forest denizens are emerging after the winter's hibernation, and soon the air is alive with the music of drum and pipe. Several Centaurs, including the ones known as Roger the Skiffler and Katlaughing, are stacking amphorae filled with white wine in the arbor. The Satyrs, among them Catspaw and Big Mick, have arrived, attempting to stir things up with the nymphs. Pegasi float down to the ground through bright sun and rising mist.

Fill your cups and fill the meadow with music! It's Spring, and the earth is alive again!