A quiet little shot that turned out to be one of my favorites. I think it's the beautiful laundry floating behind, and that first petal falling that I love. This tulip came in an Easter arrangement from our church altar, and it just gets bigger and more beautiful every year. How often does that happen with tulips? Usually the chipmunks eat them or they just dwindle away. This one's a survivor.
Wisteria, the thug of thugs in the plant world, has one week where it's worth tolerating, and oh, what a week it was.
Another phoebe made the mistake of flying into the living room while prospecting for a home. He never came back. Oh, please, come back. We had to catch you to get you out, as you were panicking in the high clerestories.
More springy things in my next post. I'm sorry they're not better organized. Neither is springtime, and neither am I these days.