I see your eyes trying to smile like your face is trying to smile. In them is a sort of forlorn beauty that can only come with time and experience. You have the very soulful eyes of an artist. I added your photo of the crocuses to my desktop as the background. I am heading for Georgia next week and am hoping the crocuses will still be in bloom. Maybe there will still be a daffodil or jonquil or two as well.
English men do not look like American men. There is a difference for sure.
Heather