a rare spring moment

Across the street from our home is a GIANT black walnut tree.  It is a beautiful, wise old tree that at once was the centerpiece of the rural nursery found on this land.  Old ladies from the neighborhood come with shovels in hand to dig up the heirloom bulbs and few remaining valuable plants growing in the fields before the bulldozers prep for new foundations.  They tell me stories about the man who owned and ran the nursery.  I'm sure it is pure heart break for them to see it all ripped up and socked in with new houses too densely built.  Anyway, the early days of April under this tree are magic.  Hundreds and hundreds of daffodil blooms fill the slope under the tree.  A dream for photos really.  And we had to document the gorgeousness this year as we knew it was scheduled to be the last....