at last

After a dismally sick week at home, spring is really blooming today. Some spirit-lifting sights out the back window:

L's tree.

The transplanted lilac, coming to life.

Along the fence.

My mother's favorite shrub.

Corn gluten meal down a few weeks ago, compost pile turned.  Milky spore and many seeds waiting for the right time. Or really waiting for a free moment, which never seems to come.