Found this yesterday. I have no idea what kind of plant. It must be at least 12 feet tall. A tree? Perhaps a flowering shrub gone wild. Magnificent no matter what it is. Spring is a joy. It offers us so many spectacular gifts. With the passing of each day, I wonder how many more Springs are mine to savor? It was easier to be 30 and 40...I could not so acutely hear the air-stream of time. Most days I want to simply roam the earth and photograph the moments, paint them, write about each second. That man-made contraptions called time has a loud ticking sound. Do you hear it?