Our magnolia. It was here when we moved here more than 30 years ago and was a personal favorite of the previous owner who cried at the thought of leaving it (She passed away many years ago, but what I remember the most about her was her reaction to leaving what was then a rather small magnolia tree. I felt so sorry for her, leaving this home where she had raised her children, because I knew that it wasn't really the magnolia but the memories that caused her to weep). Today when I walked outside, the scent of the magnolia in bloom was so wonderful. Finally, I could tell that spring had really arrived. Somewhere I hope that Mildred knows her magnolia is still blooming and creating memories for us.
I love yellow tulips. It's a little bare around this one, since there's an evergreen bush behind it, but I'll take whatever color I can get this spring.
We have this sad little forsythia that somehow grew in between some of our lilacs (we have a lot of lilacs).
Last of the pansies. Soon I'll replant this whiskey barrel.
A lone red tulip, already on the way out while its neighbors are still buds. Flowers bloom and fade so quickly in the spring, don't they?