We're beginning to see butterflies, but they are the very devil to photograph for an old lady who's not quick on her feet. This was one of two who looked recently hatched and shiny new. They simply would not settle for more that a second or two. Kids!

Our river birch hasn't leafed out yet, but the shapes of its trunks and branches is appealing to me. Fifty years ago I planted three skinny little saplings and they've grown (and how they've grown!) into one huge tree. The fact that they were planted just below our septic drain field may have something to do with their vigor. 

The flowering quince was hit by the cold last week but has made a fine comeback. This is another planted fifty years back-- a clump from my neighbor Louise Freeman's quince.

The weeping spruce is a more recent addition--maybe thirty years ago.

So many memories.