I have always admired quince in the spring. Driving along country roads in early May I love seeing the wonderfully overgrown quince, in it's own hue of red, growing next to a weathered barn.
When we moved to our new home I discovered a quince in the garden, so of course I was anxious to see it in bloom. Needless to say, as one can see from the photo, it was not red, but the most beautiful apple blossom pink.
In our courtyard there is a weeping cherry. Truthfully, I do not believe this is a tree either James or I would select, but we have already grown fond of it. It's trunk is sturdy with interesting branching giving it good winter form.