In a futile attempt to spot Harry the Heron again, I still enjoyed a springtime walk to the ditch. Along the way, spring is really beginning to burst in my little world. Magnolia trees are blooming.
I just love these bright pink flowers and ripe buds.
Soon, they'll be a puddle of petals beneath green branches; right now they are simply lovely.
People are getting flowers put out -- nothing too radical, but a few hardy ones.
Even a neighborhood cat seems content to be outside.
At the ditch, it's quiet, at least colorwise. Even the pigeon -- or is it a dove? -- is a soft gray-brown.
He and his mate seem content to look for treats in the dried grasses.
There are dog walkers and contemplative walkers, all taking in the last cloudy evening before ten days of rain are scheduled.
Flowering trees are beginning to burst.
The periwinkle was purple and plentiful...
...while the grape hyacinths looked almost good enough to eat!
And while the photo is poor, the song of this red-winged blackbird was indeed sweet.
Back at home, the narcissus are out...
...and so, too, are the pansies.
Yes, spring does seem to be coming to my world.
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