The phoebes found a place for their nest: under my porch roof, above the door. I see them swooping down as the arrive and leave. With luck, next year they'll build another next to this one, and the year after, too. They don't reuse old nests.

The shadbush (serviceberry) is in full bloom now, looking like butterflies in the deep woods where bloom is sparse. Apple everywhere is blooming, as is the redbud. Bloodroot peeking shyly out.

Spring in full force, coltsfoot already in blowsy seed.

Sad to leave just now. But glad to find out how NYC spring is taking place, and if the doves have found a place to nest yet, and to feed the fat little park squirrels.