My neighborhood sings in the Spring

I have a confession to make. My neighborhood is ugly in the winter. There, I said it. Rows of red brick buildings, sooty ice and snow on the ground, the trees bare...but my neighborhood sings in the Spring. Flowers everywhere! Trees blooming and then leafing out in green. And a healthy dose of pride of ownership in evidence. I wish Spring could last longer, but perhaps its fleeting nature is what makes it so sweet. As always, click on any pic for a larger view.

Pretty border

Lots of old-fashioned flowers, befitting a neighborhood and houses over 100 years old.

Shade garden

Michael and I looked at this house when it went up for sale. It was ultimately purchased by a young couple who are doing great things with it.

Streetscape looking toward Grand.

Our house with lilac, redbud and dogwood in bloom.