In the garden: Finally the lilacs!
Finally, after a coldish spell, the lilacs, second in the forsythia-lilacs-iris-roses sequence, are out. It's pleasant to work out my door and smell them. (The forsythia were quite inferior this year, since they bloomed, if you remember, late last fall, and apparently they get one flowering a year. I may have to cut them back; I'm not sure.)
And here is a saturated tapestry:
The pansies and the pink thingamajigs are fun -- I pick up a six-pack every other day or so at the coffee shop, which has happily taken over the job of selling spring flowers this year, since the hardware store went belly up.
The center of this centerless image is what's central -- all the sprouts from "woodland" wildflowers, a seed curation optimized for shade under the evil Norway maple. I ripped out the last of the front lawn entirely! In a few weeks, this will be spectacular, and pollinators will like it, too! To the left, the hostas, not having died over the brutal winter; to the right, the little white picket fence, now much bent, and to the far right, clover, next to the sidewalk.