Color blind

This spring has been riotous with color. Every house has blazing shrubs and glowing trees. Each corner I turn onto has pink dogwoods, red azaleas, pure white bleeding hearts, deep red japanese maples and orange tulips. It seems spring has pulled out all the stops, it can't help itself but unleash all it's pigment at once. Or have the flowers always been this retina-burning bright and I just never saw it?