The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
~Robert Frost

It is Wednesday, and Charles is off to entertain at the Care Centre with the

Senior Singers

Not one of April's best days.  The wind blusters about, intent

on blowing the blossoms from the flowering shrubs, and

causing the garden plants to adopt a decided lean to the East.

Still, I have seen a Magnolia Blossom from the tree

at the big house

and I am impatient to see the whole magnificent sight.

I set off to be buffeted down the lane.

At the turn in the road I stop to admire the glorious soft fruit blossoms.....

and to examine the apple blossoms 

'in the pink'

and eager to release their sentimental fragrance

The magnolia tree is magnificent.

The west wind has scattered the clouds above 

and there is enough blue in the sky to make a sailor a pair of pants

and to provide a perfect background for these delicate blooms.

I stop and chat a bit, discussing the ways of the world

and taking note of the flowering almond, - its branches packed tightly with

tiny tender pink buds.

and the interesting old tree alongside the house

It is getting close to lunch time and I trek back up the lane..

Meanwhile, back in the garden the big celebration is Tulip Time 

and Sweet Honesty and the lemony Spurge bloom along with them

Along the road and in the pasture the dandelions hold their own golden converse.

and a mourning dove waits to greet me home.