Do you remember the Bradford pears and how I despaired that they were never going to drop their leaves? Well, they finally did and look what's happening- their cotton white blooms are coming out already.
The wisteria on the arbor is starting to bud and I even see tiny bits of purple.
Look, Rebecca! The fig leaves are unfurling!
The bromeliad I have growing in the stump in the front yard is showing off its alien blossom.
My buckeye is blooming too!
It's that time of year. The camellias have their last blossoms still coming and the azaleas are looking like sweet little old ladies tarted up in their Easter best.
The oak trees have put on their chartreuse petticoats
and the pollen from them covers everything.
Even cats. Although it doesn't show up on Maurice
as she is already in the pollen-color range.
The cardinals and the red-winged blackbirds fight for rights at the feeder. Mick is being kept busy, running back and forth from the hen house.
Spring. Here we are, for sure and for real even though I am wearing one of my Goodwill cashmere sweaters, perhaps for the last time this year. I am basking in the coolness, knowing how soon the heat will overtake us.
And because this is Owen's last day of spring break, we'll be meeting at Japanica! at noon for our lunch.
I am not sure how things could be any sweeter.