The winter in Boston is long and dreary. By the time March comes around, it feels like
the cold will never end. But suddenly in April everything starts blooming. The riot of colors that
fills the neighborhood, so long yearned for, always feels unexpected when it finally comes:
a gift from the gods. Here are a few pictures taken within a few miles of our house.
Pink flowering cherry
Flowering cherry close-up 
White flowering cherry 
Our friend Kristin's forsythia 
Magnolia 
Pink dogwood 
Rhododendron in Mount Auburn Cemetery 
Wisteria trained as a tree 