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Home again, just in time to greet spring. 

As we traveled east on our way home from the mountains of West Texas, the landscape around us got greener and greener. The wildflowers along the roadway verges were in full bloom, a riot of colors - bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, coreopsis, and many others. (Thank you, Lady Bird!) And as we arrived in our own backyard, we found that spring had already got there before us. 


 The old azalea was in full bloom.


The redbud that had just begun to bloom when we left ten days ago had already passed its peak and dropped some of its blossoms but there were still plenty left.

The Indian hawthorn was in full bloom.

And so was the coral honeysuckle.


The autumn sages are beginning to bloom. Here's the raspberry.


 And here's the red. 


'Belinda's Dream' rose has fat buds that are just about ready to open.

While 'Old Blush,' the antique rose, has been blooming for a while now.

And 'Peggy Martin' has many of these little nosegays covering the plant that sprawls on the side of the garden shed.


A few poppies are still in bloom.

I was delighted to find the Satsuma mandarin orange tree in full flower. With any luck, we'll get a good crop of these little oranges this year.


 And the crossvine is starting to bloom, just in time for the Easter season.

 Has spring arrived where you are? I know some parts of the country are still enduring winter storms, but hold on! Spring is on its way to you, too.
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  1. CarmenMarch 20, 2018 at 6:36 AM

    How lovely! It dawned here today at 24F and it feels like 20F. March has been stormy here, after quite a balmy Feb.

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    1. Dorothy BordersMarch 20, 2018 at 8:58 AM

      Let's hope this is the last bit of extremely cold weather you'll have to endure. The birds are anxious to get on with their spring activities.

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  2. Judy KruegerMarch 20, 2018 at 12:22 PM

    Welcome home! I am happy for you that you have spring. Spring started here in February as it sometimes does, but cold, rain and clouds put it back to bed for a long nap. This week we will have our probably final rain event and it is supposed to be the heaviest yet. I can't complain. We need the rain, every drop! But it is hard to live without anything blooming yet.

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    1. Dorothy BordersMarch 20, 2018 at 2:08 PM

      I enjoyed the stark brown landscape of the mountains, but I admit it was reassuring to start seeing the greenery and the wildflowers as we got closer to home. Then to find blooms in my own garden was just icing on the cake! I'm sure your blooms will come - perhaps after the rain.

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  3. AlanaMarch 20, 2018 at 6:17 PM

    A couple of my co workers awoke today to 6 above zero, so brrrr. We are escaping the nor'easter that NYC is about to get. The snow is expected to stay about 35 miles to the south of us - let's hope. Beautiful spring blossoms; please tell me again that upstate New York will really get spring soon.

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    1. Dorothy BordersMarch 20, 2018 at 6:26 PM

      Truly, Alana, spring is on its way! Give it another month, maybe, and winter will be in your rear view mirror.

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  4. rusty duckMarch 21, 2018 at 2:51 AM

    What a difference a month makes. Send some this way too please..

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    1. Dorothy BordersMarch 21, 2018 at 10:09 AM

      Okay. I'm pushing it on your way right now. Do you feel it yet?

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  5. RoseMarch 21, 2018 at 8:31 AM

    Wow, so much in bloom! I love your azalea; although we can grow them here, I've never seen any as lush as those in warmer zones like yours. Coming home to the spring display must have been quite a treat!

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    1. Dorothy BordersMarch 21, 2018 at 10:11 AM

      I'm not really a big azalea fan, but this one was part of the landscape when we moved here 30 years ago and I didn't have the heart to pull it out. It's never been fuller of blooms than this year.

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