Our lovely spring temps have fled via a fierce north wind. Still, my neighbor's trees are blooming (peaches, I think) and the willows down the street are getting that sweet, green fuzzy look. All of our trees are late bloomers, selected on purpose to thwart north Texas' notorious late freezes. Our yard is still winter-bland, but not for long. Spring is just off stage fluffing up her tutu and practicing her lines.