March departed, with a day of weather which reflected nearly the entire month--grey skies and a chilly drizzle of rain.
Redbud trees--twiggy and ungainly--have their spring moments.
When the redbud blossoms fade, the spindly trees retreat into the larger landscape.
There are several of these trees along the east boundary fence that stretches along this bend of the lane and marks our eastern property line.
A graceful tree from early spring until winter removes all the leaves; I don't know the identity.
The flattened 'beds' where deer have rested--three, closely spaced.
First week of April and the garden has its first 'turning.'
Tiny wild violas.
Hybrid magnolia labeled as "Jane" but with consistently paler blossoms than her 'sister' planted a few yards farther down the slope.
Willis--always helpful.
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