This is a blossom on the little cherry tree in our front yard. Our friend Agnes bought it the day after Jo Ann died, for us to plant in her memory.
Despite the drought hardened soil, we managed to dig a hole large enough to plant it, and I watered the tree every day the local water rationing rules allowed.
It obviously survived the winter. I guess it was the fertilizer spikes I pounded in the ground at the drip line in October.
Mike told me that he didn't know if it would bloom the first year, but that if it did, I better take pictures so he could see.
So here you go, bro. I love you. Have a great trip.