{Acorn Ruminations}

As I bike home from Twin Oaks I find I'm less likely to see the overwhelming vertical slideshow of tree trunks, dressed to the nines in lime green and every other shade of light and green you can imagine.

The daffodils are gone and the dogwoods are raining a late snow with their four-petaled saucers.

The tulips are fading after two weeks of vibrant glory. The redbuds have come into leaf and the baby's breath trees, too. The quince, once pink, blends into the verdant ensemble of late April.