My son opened our front door on Easter Sunday and was greeted by a sunnier version of this -
This is directly in front of the door. He turned and looked at me and asked "when did this start happening?" And the sad part is, he didn't mean when did it start to bloom this year, he meant - EVER. We've lived here over 6 years I think. This tree has bloomed every year. Maybe I should point out to him the tree on the side of the garage that blooms with beautiful pink flowers every spring.
Nah, I think I'll give him another year to see if he notices that one.