I’m really fond of these flowers. They reach into the sky clinging to the trunk of a tree. Their color I find inviting. They are, of course, only the first. In a few days there will be thousands, each more perfect than the next. They blend well with the blue of the sky and the hint of clouds, and give a freshness to the aging bark and the mass of confused leaves above. Just below them is a wall about five or six feet tall, the southwestern wall of St. Timothy's church. I had to move up close to take this picture. It gives them, I think, a sense of majesty being disconnected to anything below, as if their individual perfection weren’t quite enough.