Each spring I look forward to the blooming of this tree. It stands in the corner of a yard a few blocks from us. It starts out grey and fuzzy then I'm always surprised when it bursts forth in color. This year I almost missed it. I was driving home from the grocery store a week ago and gasped when I saw it was full. Now the blooms are already starting to curl and get that tea stained tone.
An interesting idea and article on NPR's Morning Edition, to wax poetic about your favorite block. Do you have one?