Sunday was rainy and chilly, but the spring blossoms shone through the gloom. Redbud and forsythia-- lots of forsythia--are having their moment.
And the quince and the star magnolia and the weeping willow, as well as an unidentified, white-blossomed tree up the mountain--perhaps a haw?
Dropping temperatures may soon destroy all this loveliness, but they can't undo my enjoyment of the moment.
