Every year I obsess over a new type of spring bloom. This year, it's the redbud tree. I've admired them forever, of course. On the long drives to Kentucky I would see wild ones blooming in the mountains, sometimes whole swatches of them coloring the hillsides.
Unlike the delicate cherries of early spring, the redbud is vibrant, bold — an azalea-hued plant that doesn't wait till late April to show its bright color.
I've photographed several of them lately and covet one for the yard. I have just the spot for it.
