I walked out this evening and was for another years struck by the weirdness of early spring in Virginia:
Dank chilled cold air produces lovely flowering trees. Each year I see this I remain surprised. Pink flowering trees, tulips coming out on their boughs seen in the twilight against a grey-white sky makes for empurpled (Keatsian word) shadows and parasols and candelabras of trees.
This is last year's photo of a tree that hangs over the fence near my study window
Strange beauty from the clash,