Signs of Spring.

My mom called this flowering bush, "The First Breath of Spring." I don't know its proper title, but whatever it is, it can't be as poetic. The fragrance of these tiny blooms will waft across my yard, signalling (it seems to me) rebirth.
Another sign of the end of Winter is the sprouting of the Daffodils. (They're not Glacier Lilies, but they're in the family.) Some of these came from bulbs my grandmother planted. Who knows - she may have gotten them from HER grandmother. And, so on.