Flowering quince always reminds me of Washington. Mother and Dad had quince that grew to a wild state down near the shop. it wasn't this deep in color, but it was pretty, and one of the first flowers to cut for the house.
Lilacs in bloom - what a nostalgic fragrance! Only 150 miles to the north, our bushes are just beginning to show a slight sign of leafing out. Maybe by Memorial Day, we'll have some of that fragrance.
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