more redbud at last, mostly

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          I am not always here in April, and the redbuds are not always as spectacular as they were this year. But these trees call to me every year. Here's the second collection of spring flowers and their companion redbuds. 
        I feel compelled to share these earlier photos of this time of year. I seek to affirm and honor that 1) change happens, and 2) there's reliable evidence that things renew every season, just as the terrible time we currently experience won't last forever. Of course there will be changes as life turns closer to normal, but there will be redbuds next spring for sure.

apple orchard, ringed with redbuds.

rue anemone, in the forest -- and a shout out to Channing and Amy who both, separately but at the same time,  jolted my memory for the name of this early flower that is easily missed if you don't get there in a timely manner

It's actually harder to get a photo like this than might be expected...

bluets, also known as Quaker Ladies....

dogwoods IN the woods, and along the edge of fields

Every year I look forward to when this section of Mauk Ridge looks like this.

special sight, early morning, this time of year, along my road

now some photos from a visit in Winchester, Kentucky, in 2019

evidence of the wondrous way the blooms emerge from the branches

            I may add a photo or two in the next few days, but for now this is my testament to a tree that grows where it wants to, often on the edge, an old friend who shows up to announce spring. I appreciate their showy selves this year particularly, when so much sadness and confusion greets us each day. I trust we all have the perseverance to do like a tree, to try over and over and again to do the best we can.