My mother braved the bad streets of Brooklyn with me as we walked home from Frankie's 457 in Carroll Gardens. Our lunch had been very good - peeled green fava beans with linguine, pine nutty meatballs in sauce...We needed the exercise.
Happily, the double-ruffled cherries were in full swing.
No residents in evidence in the birdhouses.
These cherries and crabapples are peaking, and we're just getting onto dogwoods...