I have to walk half a mile to my mailbox. The mail carrier doesn’t come down the unpaved private road I live on. I took my camera with me when I went to pick up the mail this evening.
Above: pear trees in full bloom. I wish I could say they’re mine, but the trees line the road beside a neighbor’s horse pasture, up the road from my house.
The pear blossoms up close
The neighbor’s horses
Forsythia
I’m not sure what this is. They seem too tiny to be violets. Update: My sister emailed to say that they are bluets.
I don’t know, but the color sure is nice…
An early dandelion
I’d often wondered why a neighbor strung fairy lights along a pasture fence. Now I know. It was an experiment in keeping the deer out. I doubt that it worked.