The color seemed exceptionally vibrant, I guess because the light was just perfect at that time. There was also a light coating of water droplets from the previous night’s snow that was melting. It’s lucky to be in the right place at the right time.
The ice on the blossom was the remains of the previous night’s snow. I thought it was decorated quite nicely; worth getting quite wet getting my camera (and nose) down to the level of the flower. Those little flowers don’t seem to mind the foibles of spring weather.