Spring tree flowers
The first homes in my old-suburbia neighborhood were built in about 1955, so we have plenty of mature trees. Even my house, a 1969 latecomer to the block party, sits on a well-wooded lot. Although my neighborhood shows many signs of decline today, that so many of its trees flower in the spring say that the original owners, at least, had pride.
These blossoms are from my next-door neighbor’s callery pear.
This is probably my favorite springtime tree in the neighborhood. I think it’s a weeping cherry.
Here’s another – or is this one a crabapple? I’m not too sure.
I took the photo above at about 5 p.m. I took the photo below of the same tree at about 8 p.m. as the sun was setting. Isn’t it interesting how much more vividly pink it is?
Eastern redbud trees are very common in Indiana. One winding road in town that I drive frequently is lined with them, and right now it’s a tunnel of purple. Strangely, my neighborhood has few redbuds.
I’m not sure what kind of tree this is, but it stands before my favorite house in the neighborhood. Most of the houses here are simple brick ranches and lack any real character. This house at least has a few interesting touches, like the arches over the front windows, the high-pitched roof, and the corner brickwork. [Update: My buddy Hoosier Reborn e-mailed me to say that this is a pink dogwood.]
At first I thought this was a magnolia.
But when I moved in close, I could see it was just another crabapple. At least it was close enough to the street that I was able to photograph the blossoms.
My neighborhood’s trees put on a great show last autumn, too. Check out the photos.