All I can say right now is thank goodness for National Poetry Month and NaPoWriMo.
Grand entrance
Rarely does a spring permit
the yellow magnolia to bloom:
a January thaw runs warm or long
and cozens the buds into swelling
too soon; or late March drops
a hard freeze and the thick petals hang
limp and black as rotting banana
peels. This year has been unusually kind
to the trees, and each has flowered
in sweet succession: first the star
magnolias, then the pears that exploded
along the streets like popcorn but yielded
gracefully to scattered cherries and redbuds
and shadbush, who will in turn give way
to the dogwoods and crabapples
primping in the wings. All the while,
the yellow magnolia has unfolded
as saucer magnolias are wont: in stately
progression from bottom to top, the earliest
waxy blossoms holding form so the tree stands
leafless but resplendent when the topmost opens.
The picture doesn’t half do it justice.
The Daily Compost 
Beautiful!
What a great thing to do this month!