Full spring on the west side of Port Angeles. Everyone's grass is as green as it gets; evenings and weekends buzz with lawnmower sounds. Wild things are blooming, the madrones and bitter cherries and amelanchier. The yards are blooming, rhododendron and tulips everywhere, fruit trees, the flowering quince in the lot across the street, daffodils... All this just vivifies the garden ornaments, yard figurines, paint details, benches. MP told me once this was originally a neighborhood of mill-workers' cottages, though it's hard to find one now that has not been expanded, enhanced, or replaced decades ago by a double-wide mobile home. Each one wears a costume of detail, plain or fancy or lunatic.
Evening neighborhood walkabout:
Rhododendrons are native up in the mountains, though probably not blooming yet. There is still a LOT of snow. Down here they do well, but have to be planted.