Not just white daffies, but flowering Quince, which has kind of been swallowed up by something else. I have such trouble remembering that name from year to year, but I keep seeing it, and finally it comes to me about the 10th time I drive by some.
Late afternoon sun hit the redbud by the parking lot...to bring out it's beauty against the darker trees behind.
This is indoors, and has offered me colorful blooms for months...
But everything that blooms naturally must fade and droop eventually. My purple shamrock has been happy to be inside all winter, and awaits the end of frosts (usually Mother's Day, but who knows with climate change!)
Mr. Canada Goose is oblivious to the blossoms (not sure what they are.)
My attempt to capture a closeup while wind was blowing failed.
I'd never noticed that a well trimmed hedge near the swimming pool is actually Forsythia.
The last of the cherry blossoms near the walk around the lake.