We’ve entered the pink and white phase of spring in New England.
Along my route, the same retaining wall that displayed forsythia overhead a few weeks ago now features lilac, also very nice when viewed against the sky, though the effect is quieter than the yellow and blue combo.
There are white lilacs on my route, too. These extend over the sidewalk at nose level, worth a pause any day.
Finally, here’s a very pretty little plant that grows freely in terrible soil at the edges of the road. I don’t know if it’s native, or a cultivar that has naturalized. I think it’s fresh and cute at this time of year, and I wish I knew its name. I can’t find it in any of my weed reference books.