Chelsea's Callery pear trees bloomed overnight--literally, between dusk and dawn.  Every year I look forward to their flowers with such anticipation; the trees fill the parks and streets of New York City and symbolize true springtime to me.  Yesterday they looked like this:

and today they look like this:

the townhouse gardens are full of daffodils and forsythia:

and on West 22nd Street there is a window box full of purple pansies: