Spring that's about to go

And I don't mean after setting the clocks ahead at 2 am on Sunday (Daylight Swearing At It Time).
The snow storm that's expected Saturday night will probably affect all the spring blooms that I've been enjoying!

When spring comes along each year, I love walking around taking pictures of whatever is blooming.  Why can't I remember the name of this bush?

I did an internet search for "pink flowering bushes."  It never appeared, among almost every blooming bush.  So I tried "early spring bushes."

I found it, and the caption read "Chaebomeles"  I couldn't say it, and I'd never heard that name that I could remember.

As you can see, these are my photos.  But when I tried another image on line, it called it "Hip chick Digs."  I don't think so.

Finally a picture caption said the right title...Flowering Quince!

Oh boy, I have always adored this early flower, which hangs bare on thorny branches.  I wonder what quince berries or fruit are like.  Actually I may have seen them, but only the flowers mean much to me...as they are early color in the drab winter.

Have you ever had Quince Jelly?  I looked on line (love the internet!) and found a recipe, and that the fruit looks like a cross between an apple and pear, and is very bitter.  Yes, I have seen it in the woods. The woods of Black Mountain, which means either a bird or person probably planted it there.


Today's quote:

The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hope only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful.

Paul Hawken